By Colin Ahern – Opinions Editor 

I love you autumn.

You are the kiss goodbye from summer that breaks my heart.

You are the hug that lingers, and

the doubt that worms into the tracks that line our brains.

Winter is the space between our conversations

and the trust we can’t afford to lose.

The time when I wonder who is holding you now.

Spring is the moment I held you again for the first time in forever.

Summer is when we got too used to each other and

forgot how to compromise.

Jealousy and doubt rage like winds across a torn world.

So you can snow that sleet and I’ll rake those leaves because 

I’ll be waiting for you next year.