The crisp air cooled my fingertips.
I stopped underneath the yellow leafed tree.
My mind was racing unable to be contained.
That is when the tear drops started.
The clouds rolled in laughing at me.
As I clenched my hands in my pockets seeking warmth
I found myself cleansed by the falling rain.
On the walk home I found a lonely solace.
My heart will always love
even if I am not loved.
Saturn's Premier Poet 