Inside the marrow
of Winter's bone
breathes a sparrow
goodbye is not goodbye
a broken record
the **** of memory
moments paused
eventually play on
all is not lost
but found in the echo
the neverending
sound mind

It appears
I am the Autumn leaf
bereft of color
left at the foot
of your tree
forgotten by all
parts of you
except memory
I've lost all but me