Lonely Lovers Walk Under A Fresh Autumn Sky Poem by Not Long Left

lonely lovers walk,
Black sky above, talks.
The moon lights up the desolate streets,
Whilst the stars in the pin cushion sky,
represent one's dreams, lost in space.

leaves stolen from there source,
carpet the streets,
Decaying debris perfurmes the air,
resurecting lost films of chidhood play.

Whispering winds wash away my fatigue,
Autumn winds and Autumn smells,
seasons close as new seasons begin to breath,
Old hope falls away with the lifeless leaves,
New faith grows with the essence of decay.

Maybe like the seasons you will change,
falling onto me like the coming rains.
| await your arrival with bated breath,
without your voice there is nothing left.