i'm not ready to leave
there's still something clinging to the aspens in the fall as they change and twist into colors of gold that i can't see.
there's stll something whispering in the winds at night off the sides of mount evans that i can't hear.
there's still someone walking down the brightly lit streets of 16th and larimer that i can't touch.
there's still someone persuing her dreams in the clear skies that i can't believe.
there's still something lingering in the craigs and dips of these mountains that i haven't found.
that something is strong.
that something is beautiful.
that something is loved.
that someone is powerful.
that someone is quiet.
that someone is hidden
that someone is me.
or is it you?