It is the beginning
of your time
the end of fall
the start of your life
Your adulthood
Your childhood
mass together in the leaf pile on our lawn.
The death of the light
The Dementor weather, clammy and sucking
Are you feeling all of this
Has it sunk in yet that you are there
Not here
Do you understand “forever?”
It’s not forever
But I don’t know if you know
I still don’t know what you know
I only know that I wish
I wish I wish
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