The Thought of You

The thought of you coming back; 

Changes with the song, 

The mood, the low-hip jive, 

Of soultry-soul, 

Smokey and good riddence.

..Smokey, 

And Good Riddence

Maybe it was because, 

You were a charm.

And I knew it; 

Like inhaling your scent would make me bend, And your eyes, 

And your way, make me bend, 

Like a drunken tree, 

To heavy nights of wind; 

You were my Summer Tropic-Storm, 

But watched it melt away, nay, 

To a colder and more grey-like glow, as Summer faded, 

As I'd known it would. 

As it always Does. 

And I look south, 

As if looking to the past, 

Catching myself glimpse, 

The

 feeling you'd left in me- 

A feeling I've stricken low, to move past quickly;

One that I wonder if longs to resurface. 

I pushed sadness down..

Not out. 

                                              Love

                                    In

                        

               Falling

What does it mean, that the creator of this phrase implores "falling". 

To fall. 

I fall. 

Into Love....?!