Firebowl and Fall

Hoodie, you smell
like the firebowl
I sat around tonight,
a runner up for
what I really wanted
and that
was camping.

You were a good second
choice,
better than sitting
home
and being productive
(it is a Friday night).

Fall, you are here
mostly,
almost entirely,
so this is my first ode to you
and all those
memories you
conjure up,
the painful ones
and the good ones which now
are also painful.

I need to create memories,
good memories,
to replace those that
now point
back to what I can
never recapture
and that which I
never
wish to repeat.