What am I to you Options

[AngelinaTaylor]

The colour of autumn
paints my thoughts
once again,
healing

all those regretful mornings,
when I stumbled with words
and confused happiness
with
another substitute;

I was indifferent to everything
but you.

I tolerated those mornings
as though I
were
inhuman -
incapable of feeling.

But the night always came,
and
I knew I was
mistaken.