You had this intent look on me
And I could read your eyes
As you were trying to figure out
Why I had that stapled smile
I spoke no words
You asked no questions
And instead, you gave me
A curled eye brow concealed with a smile
We just walked on
While both our silence kept
Our minds talking about everything at the same time
But said nothing sure, and nothing in particular
Until we parted ways
The road was long enough
I told you nothing
For I thought it wasn't worth saying
But if it's any worth for you to know
The smile I wore was all because
You holding my hand, and swaying it
Is dancing to the music of the crackling leaves
And if it's any worth for you to know
That autumn, I wished
That more leaves would fall
And the road be longer
But it ends here.
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Okay, so this place is empty. And imaginary ladies and gentlemen, that poem above, is fiction, which I didn't proof-read at all, and which I made up as we go along.
