Solvent and solution Kept assuaged for so long Treading in the selfishness of my subconscious state Of barely traceable memories, spurred on by the gravity of time spent At the briefest hint at past involvement
Each leaf falls, eventually. Every pristine little well formed tended to. Each nurtured, cared for, parcel or idea.
I can watch them for hours Watching them fall, one by one, for hours. When days start to bleed together, out of the corner of my eye, I can always see them, marking progression. Collecting in drifts, then, taken by the wind, then The rot sets in.
I used to watch this.
I used to find time.
The roof cast me in its shadow, even standing along the banister that runs along the length
Even as the final rays of sun start to vanish one at a time