The swaying leaves from a tree
Remind me
A bit of me,
and a bit of you—

Were blunt with your sadness
Where I did not need
A sight of you
To know you’re in a hue of
Dark Blue

Barely standing, you were
In shivers from a freezing cold
The cold—
A sharp hue of darkened gray
Convinced you
That there was no sunlight to step out into anyway

Maybe,
It was the faint scent of a sad rain
Lingering over you
A crisp scent— that clearly drew me into
An all too familiar feeling.