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This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Waterloo chapter.

As the leaves change, so does he.

As the trees die off, so does his voice.

The bare, cold ground and my heart align

chills that run down my spine

As I write in the abyss

Fall took what was so dear to me.

In the season of colors 

My life returned to black and white 

The shadows speak to me 

Miserable I stand alone 

I blame my soul for being invested

Fall took what was so dear to me

As the leaves fall, my tears fall

A colorless evening, a colorless afternoon.

A cold heart, a numb soul.

Nothing but misery alive. 

I’m lost for words and try to breathe. 

In a drought so long.

All I wanted was to have love.

This autumn

At the beginning of it, 

At the end of it.

Fall took what was so dear to me.

Left me with empty hands 

She thought, maybe the winter may bring light.

The enigma of life…

The dearest moment becomes estranged. 

Fall took what was dearest to me,

Yet it anchors me to the dearest 

Without any questions 

Without any answers.

Fall left me with the cold 

Fall left me with unique flakes

Fall left me with a blank world.

Yet, it still gave me colours 

Yet, it still gave me sunshine

Yet, the heart still beats. 

Yet, it still lives for him.

Fall gave me what was dearest to me.

It gave me what I needed.

Tithi Joshi

Waterloo '22

She is a student at the University of Waterloo in Health Studies. With a passion for medicine, but has a love for writing.