I do like you
a lot,
but there’s something
I forgot:
The Path
to reach Myself.
I can’t seem
to find
this "I" of mine
Anymore;
The footprints I left
are all blurred
and confused now -
The size of my feet
is useless
anyhow.
Snow is starting
to fall down
Again
and won’t stop
till It covers
everything around -
Till It buries
Me.
Will I let
the soft coat
Embrace Me?
Or will I shake it
Off
of Myself
when Spring comes?
This is still to be
seen;
In the meantime,
I’ll let the Leaves
Fall
for Me.
© 18/04/19
~ "Fall" is my favorite season ~