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Dec 2012
We left our hearts underneath the red leaf tree that looks like fire when the sun sets.
She grabbed my face. Her lips burned. Her mouth was as hot as ever a mouth was. Her tongue punched my teeth and the whites of her eyes poked through her closed lids.
I pulled back with the wind.
A red leaf ruffled the silence between us.

This is it? she said.
There was no answer.
There is no answer.
There will never be an answer.

She said she wanted to swim, so we swam. Our naked bodies glistened with the water, and we made love under the winking stars.
As she nestled under my arm,
as she hissed with each exhale as she slept,
I knew we would never see each other again.

We woke up as strangers and left behind our memories too strong for the weak. Maybe I’ll find her there when I visit. We’ll laugh and act like who we were when love was exacted that day in Autumn. But we’ll never be those two lovers again.
Not much has changed here. The leaves are still red, and the water still glistens. The spot where we slept is packed with dirt
A grave.
Not much has changed, but we have changed. I know she won’t come, but something burns inside of me. So here I will wait, for death, for love, for what may come. We left our hearts underneath the red leaf tree that looks like fire when the sun sets,
where I’ll sit until fate decides otherwise.
Love is in the window blinds
Michael DePasquale
Written by
Michael DePasquale  New York
(New York)   
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