Before the Fall

© Alicia, Sept 25 2002

Here we are now
We have proximity
and we are always accessible
Something is always coming

On the verge
That's not me approaching
I am not always loved
for leading to something new

I am autumn
I am often a surprise
hope is tempered by reality
winter is coming on

I've never felt like a fresh new thing
And I show up where
I belong
something to count on

I am not lost chances
I am not the end
I am not a new beginning
The past is past and then I move on.

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