With the smell of Neige
On the collar
And all the streets
We walked in autumn;
Don’t change
Anything
About you
Frowns or tears
or smiles…
I want them all
To keep
In boxes
I can't throw out
Because I never know
When I’ll need
A smile or frown
Or the scent
Of autumn leaves
To haunt me
With memories
Of the way
We once were.