You gave out leaves
I talk of lesser things
You turned to grieve
I heard the robin sing
We do this for a purpose
Now though
Always to remember
To surprise your audience
You turn up the heat
I listen; tick-tock, tick-tock
You, in your unsettled seat
Turn off the lights and twist the lock
We do this for a reason
Now and then and always
But we don’t remember do we
Do we still have to wait until the autumn
