The Autumn House

Disconnected.
That’s how I am meant to feel,
but I do not.
In fact, I feel so connected,
like I never have before.
Connected to this amazing world, and everything in it.

Connected to the beautiful trees
in her front yard,
And how they look so stunning
in the fall that is enrapturing us
ever so slowly,
But suddenly at the same time.

You see, I am anxious.
Anxious to see them,
while their leaves are just between orange and red,
With the freshly fallen leaves
still on the earth beneath them.

I could lay there for hours upon hours
below those soulless perfections,
Just gazing up at the colors.
The colors of the autumn house.

The autumn house…
Its hers, well her parent's anyway,
although they take it for granted.
Its absolutely lovely, and I gave it that name,
the autumn house.
But no one knows I call it that,
its my self-kept secret.

And I would not be able to say why,
but it is a secret I dare not speak more of.
The type of secret where you know if you told someone,
they would think you were quite...
Odd.

And so, ultimately this is the mere reason,
that this wonderful secret,
The secret of the autumn house,
and it's brilliance,
Will stay that way, forever.

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