Mover-Awayer

AND THEN–

without warning,
it was fall

your autumn hair could no longer
be found in my clothes,
clean or dirty

hi-vis men shoveled steaming black gravel
over the cracks in the road,
I let ours widen

I had been waiting for the leaves to show some color
red ones appeared so quickly

the misty days reminded me of the sea
no more waiting to see,
just widening

just as quickly as fall had come,
I wasn’t angry any more.