As leaves fall off the branches
So do your words upon the ground

Ebbing and flowing like waves
That wash away the stillness of the coast

Watching your lips move, I think
How could such simplicity bring such consolation

And I bask in the soft comfort of sound
Filling me with an undisturbed peace.

I wonder if my words mean the same to you
As I stare at your moonlit eyes in silence

If eyes are windows to the soul, then
The wind has blown the curtains closed

For you remain a beautiful mystery to me
And no words of yours can change the fact

That I won’t see you again.
And even though I barely said a thing

It’s okay, because when I look outside,
At the snow-covered world, and see that

the last leaf has fallen, leaving
the branches empty and forsaken

I realize, that maybe silence isn’t so bad after all.
I breathe in your last scent, so sweet and sad

And as the last leaf hits the ground,
So does my last word to you- Hello.