"bad," you repeat, letting your eyes wander across the sky.
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your eyes focus on the withered leaf on a tattered tree,
waiting to fall from its branch, waiting for its time to go, waiting to let go.
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"i'm sorry" he whispers.
your eyes do not move from the leaf,
but you continue to watch the leaves wave in the wind saying their last goodbyes to one another as they fly away in the wind, never to see each other ever again.