Fists of Memories

Do you remember,
the chilled air in November?
The autumn breeze wrapped us in blankets
as we held our breath and closed our eyes.
Do you recall that,
we thought it would all last forever?
The days of our youth and the bitter weather
combined with the love that we wore on our naive chests.
But all good things must end.
And do you remember
watching the sun set together?
The rays of the sun lit up every last one of the memories we held in our fists.
Do you recall that
we always swore that we would never forget?
All those days and weather that led us to display our love on our chests.
But all good things must end.
And we both know
that we were just making the poorest excuses
like we all do
just to feel like we have something solid
to hold on to.