When the leaves turn over
you won't be here..
the breeze bristles, stings against the skin.
Wind solemly echoing, something that's pinned.
As the day leaves and the night folds over,
the presence once here is missing..
with saddened eyes and a salted cheek,
the tides roll without the lul to catch the needed beat.
when the year passes and people move on
you'll be inbedded in their memories..
Name in a frame by the candle vigil,
Forever missed by the people you left.
When the leaves turn over...
Our favourite time of year...
My heart will ache for the person missed,
Yet someday i'll move on too.
Jul 27, 2022
Jul 27, 2022 at 7:28 AM UTC
When the leaves turn over
you won't be here..
the breeze bristles, stings against the skin.
Wind solemly echoing, something that's pinned.
As the day leaves and the night folds over,
the presence once here is missing..
with saddened eyes and a salted cheek,
the tides roll without the lul to catch the needed beat.
when the year passes and people move on
you'll be inbedded in their memories..
Name in a frame by the candle vigil,
Forever missed by the people you left.
When the leaves turn over...
Our favourite time of year...
My heart will ache for the person missed,
Yet someday i'll move on too.
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