It was like the fall signified your leaving.
The leaves parting from the trees like you parted from me.
The temperature dropped like the heat departed from my body when you left.
Like the heat from your body disappeared from the spot next to me in bed.
It was as if when the first leaf of September dropped from the tree
and fluttered to the ground, you evaporated.
The leaves turning from radiant, warm colors,
to a brown, wilted, dead leaf on the wet ground.
Because a leaf cannot live without it's tree, it's source of life.
And you, my darling, were my tree.
When autumn came you let me fall.
You left me there to wilt.
I was no longer radiant and vibrant, I was brown and crumpled.
Everyone stepping on me with their winter boots, laughing and smiling, while all I can hope is that the fall flies by and the spring begins,
Because maybe, just maybe,
you'll return again next spring.