we laid on the golf course
stargazing because I saw it
in a movie once and
they looked happy
and not talking was
the easiest way to pretend
everything was okay
.
you reached for my hand
and I let you because
no one was around to see
except the stars
who’ve witnessed a million
secrets and never told
.
wet grass clung to my hand
just like you did
and I can’t help but notice that
fall is coming and the grass
will be replaced by weeds and dirt
and what was once so alive
will decompose into nothingness
.
we laid there
pretending we were happy
pretending we were in love
pretending things weren’t
on the verge of changing
like you and me
and the grass
.
I wonder if the grass
knows it will die just like
I wonder if you know
this will end because
fall is coming like a
gust of wind ruffling the
short blades we are laying on
and it is almost impossible
to keep the grass green
when it is covered in
winter frost
