Seasons: Last Fall

Last Fall

Before late summer leaves turned red

A trip was taken

Family in tow

To see, for the last time, one of the line

Perhaps several lifetimes ago

Eyes that had not met for ages

More than welcomed

They were congratulated

For having made it back

Back to time that was running out

A trip was taken

Family in tow

Hoping to hear of the story

Maybe one final telling

Of how the star-crossed lovers met

And defied the odds

Much like everything else

Expectations were to hear it again, to hear how

He’d gone in to buy

Only to leave with nothing of value

The voices in the room were bragging how they’d just sold

A whole bag of nothing

Only they were too late

Too late to realize when He’d come back

He came back from the trunk

Because they had sold Him junk

On hand was something like Louisville’s finest

Even those who were reaching under the table

Were not quite quick enough

Home run 

To hear Her tell the story

Of how they first met

Something akin to the truest of romances

Love at first sight

Expectations were to hear it again

But that story was not retold

There were just too many others

Too many other tales

And so little time

To just sit

And listen