AUTUMN
Autumn makes me miss
the lips I never kissed.
Thoughts completely mad,
sex I never had.
Mountain I never climbed,
poems that never rhymed.
Notes I never made,
books I never read,
love I never met,
a girl with no trace.
Desires unchased,
a promise erased,
memories of a different place,
without a single trace,
in timeless space.
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