i will never forget what it feels like to fall
in love—because i feel it every year at this
time: the deep stillness; the wind; the wait;
the open sky; the crucible of cooler air, shifting
leaves, things coming out of the cracks to play.
it’s a final act; you can feel the beauty in the
urgency. it’s everything you’ve trained for—
happening in these few months—at a breath-
taking pace: the sugar build, the fullness,
the vivid colors, the dance; the fall; a giant
hinge turning in a door as you watch it open,
smile, take a huge breath, and then close.
in those precious moments, everything
tastes better; everything feels brighter;
music sounds better; you feel lighter.
but everything in this life is temporal:
everything changes, everything dies.
even in the middle of your love, your
cells are singing right before their final sigh.
each time you get better at saying goodbye.