I can still smell the autumn leaves

Strong coffee brewing

Heavily sweetened, full, robust

Or merely a replication of myself…


In the depth of time’s progression

We linger

Always one and never together

Ours is a glorious esprit de corps


I crave him like sweet nectar

Whose beauty comes second to none

And at dawn, within his hand, I am whole again

If only he knew


Like the sun this too will rise and fall

And some day


Together, we’ll smile.



Kyanna Kitt