the leaves have turned & she has known, and she tells me she can't let him go. she looks to the moon for answers & she looks inside and she knows. she dresses by the window, finds reflection in the pane. she looks towards the winter, & her hair falls around her like rain. she's sighing with September, she would like to run and hide. she's wrapped up in confusion, she unfolds like paper dolls. but she's flying as she falls. the birds have gone and she has known, for she follows the arc of their flight. & the softness has gone from the daylight, and the shadows have grown into night.