Tracing Your Veins

Last autumn went something like this: 

You came over one weekend and helped my family rake leaves in the backyard. 

Wasn't exactly the ideal time spent with you, but fun none-the-less. 

We felt each others pain for the first time when we woke up with blisters

all over our palms from gripping rakes too hard because

the cold was immobilizing our joints. 

Of course now we know each other so much better don't we? 

Almost like you're inside my head at times...

I wouldn't trade that for the world. 

This autumn will be phenomenal.