The Trees Are Changing

I wrote this when I was sixteen about a friend I loved a little more than the others.

We sit in a silence 

No conversation nor music could fill.

You have become quiet 

And the trees are changing.

She is more to you than I could be

Though I love you both so desperately;

I am losing you

and the trees are changing.

And by December you will be gone,

Out of my reach forever 

And I will wait for someone else to fill the silence.

The trees are changing,

And with each leaf that turns auburn,

With every blade of grass that dies,

I will watch the wind carry you farther and farther north 

Until our love has gone with them

And I will no longer love the colors of the fall.