This is my first happy Autumn, tonight, my first genuine smile; I see lights across the Menai as they sing my first 'goodnight'. But they are songs I've never heard, and all our imaginary words; all those words I was too stubborn to say, and now they stop in my throat, and they choke me like mutants without the mutations, so that now I can only hear. And I heard you walked alone last night through this beautiful, silent city in the mountains. And last night, I saw the stars for the first time, shyly blushing behind the burnt sky. They called to me, "We miss you", and as they disappeared in blisters, I paused and barely whispered, "I miss you too." So the Autumn leaves hold onto me. I just drag them inside for company.