Its hard to say goodbye

Sophmore year. 16 years old. The assignment was to write a poem about a person, anybody. I couldnt choose just one person. I chose a group of people. Surprisingly this poem came easy. Its like I was a water balloon ready to burst. Well, I did burst and this is what came out.  Even though I am taking credit for this poem I shouldnt. Its almost like I was possesed as i wrote this poem. The words came that easy.

Here's to many people in my life.....

Autumn Breeze

You are like an autumn breeze,
a rarity, a treasure that comes but once a year,
with  nothing left to tie you down,
you leave before the cold sets in.
Always staging a grand entrance,
you boldly drift in through curtains of summer.
Never growing into a treacherous gale or even into a fierce wind,
you stay an autumn breeze.
Playful and soft,
dancing lightly over the skin,
you hide on the fragile surface.
Playing "pretend", you act as if you had never left.
Cool and sweet like and autumn breeze,
your presence is comforting...
while it lasts,
for life never gets too real as you dance upon the surface.
Lets watch the last leaf fall together,
and I'll see you out,
just like last time.