Fall

Late at night
Under the comfort of the fall air
I would sit on the roof
Watching the stars in the sky 
As the smell of the different seasons 
Comforts me 
With the same music as all those years ago
Being played through the same beat-up headphones 
Gifted to me by my great-grandmother 
Who died almost seven years ago 
And as I sit here I think about her 
And what fall does to me