The September air shocked our lungs and chilled our bones. Things were constantly changing all around us, but it never felt that way before. Now you were trees and I was the leaves; barely hanging on and fighting to keep my grasp, we were once something so strong. I’m still trying to hang on after all this time. 

The September air shocked our lungs and chilled our bones. Things were constantly changing all around us, but it never felt that way before. Now you were trees and I was the leaves; barely hanging on and fighting to keep my grasp, we were once something so strong. I’m still trying to hang on after all this time.