He never liked you a sentence made laughable by a child’s scream.
She believed it and a tumour grew
He lured her in begging her to stay the thread of fate became tinted
To her he was a leaf twirling and spinning floating, endlessly waiting to fall
She was the wind blowing relentlessly beneath him lifting him up
Hoping he would never fall but he decided to lower himself to the ground
And she waited for another falling leaf.