as the moon
believes the sun
rises over the horizon.
The dewdrops
pearls of honey,
flopping ears of
the holiday bunny.
The fall leaves turning
golden and crimson.
My head swims in
this reverie
of make-believe.

I believed in you
so, I followed
as a shadow,
with the precision
of an arrow.
I was sticking to you
as marrow,
till you plucked my strings
cutting my wings.

I believed in you
as summer
believes in autumn,
till you pushed me
to the bottom.
I’ve yet to spring back.
This winter was frozen dark
like black ice.
I fell-
not once
but twice.