A certain crispness hangs in the air

frost has painted icy patterns

on every leaf, blade and pettal.

We walk along the path set for us

the colors around us changing.

We walk past fallen leaves,

empty trees, unsaid words hanging in the air.

The path we take together 

is broken, hanging together by threads

But that thread is unraveling

gaining speed as each day we

get deeper and deeper into this mess.

Everyday you pretend you pretend you did nothing,

everyday you pretend that we

are still who we were a year ago.

But a year ago we still told eachother secrets

A year ago we still laughed.

A year ago, we didn't cling to little drops

of joy like the last days of summer.

But I think I know the reason,

why we feel like we're chained.

A year ago we were different.

I want to know when we made that switch.

When did giggles and laughter turn to stone cold faces?

When did fists clench to hold back tears?

When did anger begin to boil?

When did eyes no longer glitter

when we smiled?

When did we begin to put on masks?

Let lies slip from our tongues?

When did we put a wall 

between one another?

When did every action and word

begin to feel forced and fake?

A year ago we still told each other secrets.

A year ago we still laughed.

A year ago, we didn't cling to little drops

of joy like the last days of summer.

A year ago, we weren't avoiding eye contact.