People come in
and out
of my life
like millions of
little leaves,
skittering across the sidewalk,
in late autumn.
And I,
I am the tree,
who always knows
when things get better
the leaves will return.
Fairweather friends
and leaves alike
will always return
but I,
I am the tree,
and I am still strong
without them.
-t.b.
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC