Kisses Like Autumn

Kisses Like Autumn

In the beginning;
There was a forest that exhaled,
Along with us when we paused for breath.
Only now the seasons,
Have merged into one state;
Hot/Cold/Alive/Dead.

I will not love a ghost;
I have enough shadow without that,
Along with too much superstition.
The realist in me,
Sees your promises are half-empty,
Whilst the pessimist drinks the rest of the glass.

A survey is composed,
To ask all of those involved,
"Will you keep running?"
Though I know my answer;
I will only run into your arms,
If you become less like Winter,
And far more Autumnal.