I loved him on a Monday,
Dead leaves everywhere.
    I loved her on a Friday,
    Autumn in the air.

I touched him like the late summer,
Soon to kiss goodbye.
    I kissed her like the golden Amber
    Burning in the sky.

His words were frigid
As the mornings now.
    Her words stole me
    From the cold somehow,

    And there I laid within her arms
    And watched Fall fall away.