~☆~Autumn liked it

“...
But even if the minute hand, too quickly
squeezes the wick between its fingertips,
Joy
still looks like honey and sunshine in their eyes,
helping old mum and dad out of the car,
sagging like candle wax

as life, in a breeze, is gone already
whisking the leaves on their tombstone,
engraved,
no wind can ever erase them.”
― Ximena Escobar, The Secret Beautiful