A Riff Written in the Fall

Breathe deep and exhale the sweet nothings that fail to fall from those lips;

those words that could shake my existence and fill me with more reason to wake.

Their sweetness blends with the breeze as they wither and blow away with the leaves

and I continue to listen for their melodic sound but fear I've fallen deaf to angelic song.

Compass my uncertainty with a cure for these complexities and hold back not even a sigh.