September light

"we need to talk about us"
famous last words
I feel like am in the tunnel
standing on the track
staring into the headlight
feet frozen in place

"things aren't the same"
death is all around me
leaves choked of chlorophyll
fall in red and orange splatters
this forest is a crime scene
your eyes search for empathy
mine search for answers

we talk in formality and half truths
there is an unspoken understanding
there is no reason to remember
no memories to revisit
no more feelings to explore
"we" will die like summer flowers
fading quietly into September light