Maybe I've become too accustomed to this miracle. Maybe my poetry is too vague, too cushioned and quiet. Maybe I should say I love you just a little bit louder. Louder than thunder. Louder than the demons in Hell who must watch the wisdom of autumn love.
The leaves dance triumphantly in the crisp cool air and crunch beneath our feet, and I will hold you in my hoodie the way the soil holds the roots. Nothing is forever and yet nothing ever ends.
Don't be sad, everything has seasons and your laughter is the truth bursting through. Beauty bursts through, and the illusion can't contain it. Underneath it all reality is entirely laughter. It stretches out like oceans and soars to Earth like rain. It lives in the soil and the air and we breathe it in and become it.
Don't just be optimistic. Don't just think it will get better, know that it is. More than good, it is joy, this beautiful laughing universe and your eyes and the leaves. My love is different in every moment and I will never not love you.
Maybe I forget that this is a hard thing to learn and an easy thing to know. Take your time, but hear me out. I will try to say it loud:
Life is hard and it is easy. It is beautiful and cruel. And I love you. Because it is possible that you love me too, everything is perfect. I know that at the end of time, there will be laughter and nothing else. Or maybe everything else. At the end of death is more life, and at the end of love is more love.
For now the leaves are changing colors and I love you. The snow will come and then the spring, and there will be bursts of laughter and tears. Everything will change and I will love you. If you know nothing else, start there.
