A poem:
Fall
That devilish grin
Semi-chiseled chin
Arrogant air, gelled hair
A mystery without end
Faultless yet lacking innocence
Neither virtuous nor corrupt
Your existence is my resistance
And I feel like giving up
The season of transition
A season of disgust
Because in the fall I fell
In your web, I was the fly
In every way stuck
I keep your company
And I keep your effects
But if you find this shady
It’s purely business
You know my intent
In midday, I was your shadow
You blocked out the sun
Inanimately hollow
Just a glimpse- I’ve become
The season of transition
A season of disgust
Because in the fall I fell
In your web, I was the fly
In every way stuck
In our pastime
We would spend
Hours on the
Hypothetically pretend
I threw out my white jacket
A symbolic riddance of you
But kept your pictures, your messages
I still can’t wear maroon
Leaves are tumbling
Pushing the end of fall
I’m remembering
When I was the fall
Ashley Kirtman 