Autumn.

Windows open
Wasn't I just here?
Flashes
It's soccer season
But no, I'm not playing anymore
Lights
Flooding down onto concrete
A parking lot
Friends and funnel cake
Running
Up the hill
To a railroad
Curling up on the tracks
Let's play hide-and-seek
The smell
Of my dad's sweatshirt
And of Mom's pumpkin candle
Burning
Over the mantle
Opening the door
To a kitchen and cider
Friends that once were
Now
We start it all again
In autumn.