rewind

sad blustery evening
leaves strew the ground
not cold enough to want warmth
not warm enough to feel free
its just the weather
when you are alone
walking on the street

the feeling it brings
is exactly the same
the feeling of loss
of something tamed
one year ago it had been the same
though perhaps certain things
have since then changed
you face the lonely street
with a mind better arranged

the keys jingle at your door
you look up,smile wryly
and think
arranged? really? is that so?