at least we talked then,
the last time the leaves
fell, I thought we'd too.

while we intertwined
in flight, for a minute
we vanished in sight

and then you did,
before I hit the ground
with a splat but I lived,

to see my brothers
and sisters fall, while
I tried to remember

which way the wind
blew before I fall
again in the prime

of fall. It'll be the
new year, I don't think
I'll live up to my

words of forgiving
and not loving you.