My place had a season
Autumn
Leaves would fall
Fields harvested
Everything looked devastatingly cold
Greyscale
Devoid of any ornamentation
As if mourning
Some loss – unknown
Departure of beloved
Gardens, streets turned red
A sigh onto your every step
The hearts you broke along the path
Now, I stay elsewhere
The leaves don’t fall anymore
No signs of pain
No signs of life reviving itself