Fallen

Rain falls cold and wet

On sad days we'd rather forget

Most melancholy of all

The days when teardrops fall

And just down the calendar's hall

Dying Leaves fall
From stoic trees tall

In a blustery Fall

Or a child makes a snowball
When sufficient flakes fall
We cannot forestall
Once temperatures fall
If angels resent their maker's call
They wage war in heaven and fall
And I can fall too
Though we're strictly friends, it's true

Sometimes there's nothing else to do

But reminisce... and miss you.