downloadYou fall
like so many
October leaves,
to sulk your time
on wet grass
before clumping
black in drain
to decay with the
ticking of days.

You muck
in the back
of my mind,
slipping into
corner and cracks
becoming dirt
under my feet,
dust on books.

The spring means
your dissolution.
You become earth
and are left
to grow anew.

I didn’t realize
you would leave
me desolate,
a barren oak
reaching for
cloudy sky
to retrieve the
warmth shed.