Leaves fall in the space between
you and the truth
and me. Furious reds and bittersweet
ochres stain damp sidewalks and memories.
The cold and the dark conspired to ruin
this year. I let it collapse until I didn't,
and I wish I knew how
it worked itself out. But I don't.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
Leaves fall in the space between
you and the truth
and me. Furious reds and bittersweet
ochres stain damp sidewalks and memories.
The cold and the dark conspired to ruin
this year. I let it collapse until I didn't,
and I wish I knew how
it worked itself out. But I don't.