which is to say,
the leaves are changing,
which is to say,
they are dying so beautifully,
which is to say,
this is the beginning of the end.
It is September,
by which I mean,
it is time for sweaters,
by which I mean,
the air kisses my skin red,
by which I mean,
it is our season again.
It is September,
which means, of course,
apple pie for breakfast,
which means, of course
making sweet things from sour,
which means, of course,
goodbyes are not forever.
It is September,
which is to say,
I'm leaving soon,
by which I mean,
I'll miss you,
which means, of course,
I love you.
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