sweet autumn day

The morning coffee’s cold by now, but I still hold the mug,
Outside the wind is picking up, the lake is turning grey and rough.
I trace the steam with my eyes and watch it fade away,
Like every quiet thing we said that never found the right day.

In my bag, I keep that bottle, a single note,
Sweet cherry like a word you almost wrote.
It lingers on my skin, a scent I can’t forget,
Autumn whispers your name I’ll always keep.

I don’t reach for it every time, but when the night gets long,
I take that smell and hold it close, like holding onto song.
Not to bring you back, just to know you were real, you were here,
In the quiet of this autumn, in the space between the years.

Sweet autumn day, in my soul when you stay,
Wrapped in cinnamon swirls and the colours of the grey.
Even when the wind turns cold and the sky starts to fade,
You’re the warmth that keeps me close, the reason not afraid.