like a pen drop in a canyon
insignificant.
silently it fell
yet it crashed like
a 1000 symbols.
resonating
into a mess, yes that
ill have to clean
later.

really?
you've changed?
like a leaf in autumn, which had such color
than fades to brown? i hope not.
sometimes i think you fell
out of color
out of time
out of my grasp

i love fall
smell of life
smell of death
but only nature
right?
is my soul
a dead leaf? to be remembered only
by the crunch under your
military boots

i hate fall
smell of life
smell of death
i lost my footing
now i'm that breeze
and still,
still
i'm not allowed to caress your cheek
in a touch taken from me
by me
all my choices
that's ok
ill just float away

way way high
higher
further
WAIT
don't go too far
you'll pass me
or miss me
its bright up here, squinting helps

ill look for you too
if
you even look at all