September.

Sometimes I think about
the way that you would talk to me

The specific words that you would use
the intentions behind what you were saying
and I realize
exactly why it was 

So fucking easy
to fall in love with you.

The way that you would
unintentionally compliment me

The phrases that you would use when describing me
the songs and books that you would compare me to
the shows and photos that would remind you of me.

And even though sometimes
your apologies were delayed
they were still very authentic, though never asked for.

I never had to tell you what you did wrong,
you always came to that conclusion on your own,
you aways owned up to it.

In today's society, how could I
not fall in love with that?

I never came chasing after you.
You always just came back to me.
And maybe there's nothing to that.
But maybe there's everything to it.