the same breath

i think of autumn and pain
in the same breath,
but the pain isn’t unbearable
but rather slowly fading away
as leaves turn brown
and clouds fill the sky;
i think of autumn and nostalgia
in the same breath
but nostalgia isn’t cold anymore
but it rather makes me smile
for all the things i’ve had and have,
for all the moments i’ve lived.
now that summer feels done
i want short days, vibrant colours,
long nights, coffee, books
and the cosy autumn feeling.