The floor,
amber leaves whispering at my feet
and the trees old and young
like me

white bark with black scars

I try to look for you
but you hide like wind
and I listen to the rustle of our home,

you disappear
from me as always

like laughter
from someone getting older

your kisses swim in the air that I can smell
and the scents of forest floor

my dress is made of petals
that are all browning with age
like my eyes

I wore the cold like your breath on my mouth
and your quiet sighs to my forehead
like wilting flowerbed thoughts

and I threw you into the wind
like burning letters