The autumn leaves were falling.
Golden-brown leaves fluttered to the ground
As we walked through the park
A crunch resonating under our feet
Every time we took a step forwards
The walk was silent, comfortable
There was no need for words
We both know what will happen
We both know it will happen
The oak tree, in the middle of the scenery
You reached out and traced our names
The permanent mark a childhood left behind
An imprint that will live in eternity
You remained there, unmoving
Frozen in time, forever young
Fragile, but no longer weak
Transient, but perpetual
Piece by piece, bit by bit
Your shimmering body dissolved in the wind
A last farewell, a final goodbye, you faded away —
Then, in the silence, there was one
And once again, the autumn leaves were falling.
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All the Things
PoetryA collection of a small mind's trinkets of memory and reverie. Published 9 February 2018.
