belonging

i step out to Fall
and orange crispy leaves
rustle and dance.

Cold smells hearty
this morning.
Is time moving without me?

for minutes i forget
what it is
life is

I step in from Fall
and the stink of
the trash disgusts me.

room by room
signifies you and me
and me and you.

where is this
sense of belonging?
here, my dear, right here.

cnw

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