The way the colors stay on the leaves of a tree in autumn

Your gaze, your eyes, how long after have I caught them

The mother coddling her toddler till they are a teen and grown

Like an illusion, as soon as your eyes adjust, it's alone

Is it true all good things must come to an end? 

Is this just going to become a trend

How long will it be like this

How long will things feel amiss

How long does the season wait to change

Why does this feel so odd, so strange

Like going outside in winter till you tire

Only to return to indoors and cozy up by the fire

Is it a false hope, an inkling to the future carved only in pencil

is it drawn  from a book, created by a stencil

If I look away will it fade, erased only a memory

As if i blink it will be in Jepordy 

Is it waiting till I lose interest, or maybe find a new one

Is it hoping secretly for that so it can fade to oblivion

Should I understand and just go with the flow 

for how it is now, at least until you go

Are you biding your time until I realize

that things aren't meant to be, it's all lies.