what was it
that the leaves were trying to
whisper to me as they fell from
their branches?
tiny cities changing color
and making room for new ones to sprout.
have i not changed my colors yet?
will my buildings crumble?
did winter come without me knowing
and have i
always been this uncertain of the things
around me?
the lights have all gone out along the path
i put myself on and
was i supposed to know it would be this dark?
the sun was warming my face
and i thought i saw her alongside me
but the path was full of leaves
and my colors didn’t change
and the ground became harder
and i think the leaves are falling again
but it was just spring and everything was green
and i did not dress for this wind
And my legs are tired
and my voice is still straining
and
and why
couldn’t the lights have stayed on
just a little ******* longer?