Sitting.
As still as twilight
Your smile a silhouette in the moonlight but overshadows everything else.
Still small voice; erupts with such resonance that it reverberates through me.
Your touch leaves burning imprints to my soul. Your smile innocent and carefree but has a quality that leaves one bewildered of the hint of mischief it represents.
Trees wearing autumn leaves to signal it\'s death parade. It\'s a transformation; my bad addiction wilting like leaves at the start of winter, healing until spring so I can start anew.