Sep 2015
My presence has left your heart the way the trees lose their leaves. Slowly and silently.
6 leaves fall, representing the months you came into my life and filled my mind with wishful ideas and mindless dreams.
The rest have fallen, the lively plant now just an array of cold branches, barren to the core.
The snow begins to fall, each snowflake topping the branches one by one. It gets heavier, colder, more feeble, aching to collapse.
After what seems like forever, the thing you promised me once before, the sun shines, and the snow is melted away, along with every memory and good time we've ever had. The leaves are back, now with buds of the flowers with the potential to create something much more beautiful than was there before.
Your presence has left my heart the way the trees lose their leaves. Beautifully and liberated.
6 leaves fall, representing the months you came into my life and filled my mind with wishful ideas and mindless dreams.
The rest have fallen, the lively plant now just an array of cold branches, barren to the core.
The snow begins to fall, each snowflake topping the branches one by one. It gets heavier, colder, more feeble, aching to collapse.
After what seems like forever, the thing you promised me once before, the sun shines, and the snow is melted away, along with every memory and good time we've ever had. The leaves are back, now with buds of the flowers with the potential to create something much more beautiful than was there before.
Your presence has left my heart the way the trees lose their leaves. Beautifully and liberated.
