As leaves fall off the branches
So do your words upon the ground
Ebbing and flowing like waves
That wash away the stillness of the coast
Watching your lips move, I think
How could such simplicity bring such consolation
And I bask in the soft comfort of sound
Filling me with an undisturbed peace.
I wonder if my words mean the same to you
As I stare at your moonlit eyes in silence
If eyes are windows to the soul, then
The wind has blown the curtains closed
For you remain a beautiful mystery to me
And no words of yours can change the fact
That I won’t see you again.
And even though I barely said a thing
It’s okay, because when I look outside,
At the snow-covered world, and see that
the last leaf has fallen, leaving
the branches empty and forsaken
I realize, that maybe silence isn’t so bad after all.
I breathe in your last scent, so sweet and sad
And as the last leaf hits the ground,
So does my last word to you- Hello.