This Time Of Year

I don't want to write

But I'm writing anyway.

My mind has been busy

And there's things I need to say.

I've had to make some choices;

Who should leave?

Who should stay?

I guess I'm not complaining.

I'm just thinking things through.

I've lost so many people

On my way to you.

Sometimes I worry

That love never lasts.

I can't exactly prove it does

By looking at my past.

Even the leaves are dying

About this time of year.

It's just

I'd feel better

If you were here.