I need to know that I will become lost somewhere <br />Autumn leaves beckon the beguiling smiles of the sun <br />Just to abandon the rites of the seasons <br />When their turn has yet to come <br /> <br />I see you sitting at a little greek coffee shop swallowed by bougainvilleas with clenching little hands <br /> <br />How one can forget love in the time of cholera is beyond me <br />But perhaps you where never really mine at all <br /> <br />But who can deny the scars of adolescence? <br />Even ashes dance around in the winds joy!<br /><br />Audrey Stephenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/but-perhaps-you-where-never-really-mine-at-all/