The Fall settles in, with Jazz tunes on my radio. I gaze out of my window, with memories of "us". For once I am tooken back to a time when love was real just as the thought of us. The leaves fall, with tears streaming down my cheek. The colors change, just as your eyes with your mood. I miss Jazz in the Fall It will never be the same. But you, you will forever be a memory in my eye. A memory.