William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bared ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
The time of year you see in me is autumn,
When yellow leaves hang, or not at all,
Upon the branches that shake in the cold,
Empty church rooms where the birds no longer sing,
In me you see the sun setting every day and after the sun is gone into the west,
The black night takes me away,
Sleep takes care of the rest,
In me you see a barely lit glowing fire ready to collapse,
You see me getting old and ready to go,
And because of that you only love me more.
IMITATION: Packaged Deal
The time of year you only love me is in autumn
When the beach parties are no more and hot soup is essential
Even naked trees shiver with your coldness
The last place you want to be at is home, with me, sober
You hate the fact that the sun sets early so you can’t hang out at the dunes, and after you realize how fucked up you been
Suddenly I’m your love slave, again
Booze and cigarettes take care of the rest
Only once in a while will you actually look in at me and see the love we once shared
I see you looking through your photos and at the calendar
And it breaks me to know that I am so weak I am willing to let it all go