The air returns with crisp regret
Like promises the trees forget
I wonder if your eyes would see
A version left of love and me
Would you know me in October, slow
When winds recall what we let go?
If I passed by in knit and grey
Would your heart pull or drift away?
I changed my hair, I changed my pace
But seasons still bring back your face
It’s not the chill, it’s not the sky
It’s the way you blinked goodbye
And now each autumn asks me clear
If I moved on—or you’re still near