Standing here
Alone, I stare.
Watching these leaves,
Dance through the air.

Fading away
Like each passing day
Our memories.
Blend as they stain.

The older we are
The younger we grow
Our minds, drifting so far.
Our souls, withered and scarred.

Until we are here
Watching the leaves
Dance through the air.
Like our candle's...
Fading glare.