September has a way of arriving quietly. One week youโre still living in summerโs long light. The next, the evenings feel shorter. The air changes.
IT had forgotten to even breathe.Trying to catch my soft, small breath,
Ahat failed attempt to look away,
Fnd when his eyes will meet mine -
Forgetting how to even blink.
Aor a little too long,
Fnd want my gaze to linger on his
Oor the very first time,
h, to look at him,