By the automatic doors

We stood with lit cigarettes in the wind
Reflections sliced by the automatic doors
The sky heavy; a cruel twist in the breeze
I felt my own heart sigh
As the bough of the great oak groaned
The rustling leaves, creak of the branch
Nature hated everything that night

There was nothing to say words now lost forever
I dropped my butt and it fell
In the crisp gold it smouldered
I promptly lit another

I Watched, watched but didn't see
The world around us as it breathed

I dared myself to drown in your eyes
I could be lost again
Me, inside you
But when your gaze failed to meet mine
A memory of a smile, dead and decaying
Melancholy as autumn

I wished I too had died with the summer