Moon drops at midnight and I know it's so much longer

This is the season of the broken laugh and wistful eyes wandering up and down silvery sidewalks

This is the time of the year that is never supposed to end

Like the time you remembered your name in the middle of a rain storm

But they're so fleeting, so helplessly fleeting

Fighting, and fingering, and floating straight out of my arms

This is the time when you turn away and walk down a shadowy sidewalk

As a reply to a question I forgot to ask

This is the ending time, thе ending time

The momеnt you reach the front of the line

It's these sudden strolls, these

Shallow pathways that lead us to

To the yesterday that

Gains some sense at last

It's the love on your lips

Fighting the wince on your face

It's these late night obvious

Goodbyes that make me so shy

Deliberate musings that burn my skin, it's all so lasting, so lasting

This room and this taste and the grass clinging to my clothes

This time it won't end, though it wants to

And it begs the aching trees

That we find ourselves in just one more lasting season of heartbreaking walks down swollen streets once more

Don't leave!

It's these shallow pathways

That lead us to yesterday

Once more and I won't tell a soul

It's a way to lonely leaves and the slamming of car doors

Of a memory escaping these fumbling fingertips

It's time to blow a kiss goodnight to lying side by side

Damp bodies smiling at stars in a field of broken glass and lip stains

It's at these sweet seconds I'm able to stoop down, catch my breath, and stare at you directly in the face