Maybe they’re supposed to be caught
Rescued from falling to the ground
They tried to transform and hung on for dear life
Maybe letting them go while bright and fiery
Was a mistake
Maybe they aren’t happy or beautiful
Maybe the long hot days
And cold bitter winds
Finally shook their core
Maybe they needed help
But instead of help
They got raked into a pile
Labelled as waste
Trashed and forgotten
As the cold takes over
The world goes on without them
Looking forward to new spring buds
Praising the strong hearty trees with deep roots
That never break
And never fall
That delicate leaf
That tried to thrive in the chaos of inconsistency and with no stability
And blended into the earth
There is not another like you. Not even close.
There is not another just like you
I haven’t found one, not even close
Like my favourite apples
When there are none
I leave without a single one
Cuz I’d rather have none
Than one not quite right
I leave silly thoughts sitting alone on a long bench in my mind
No one will understand them
No one but you
So they sit there alone
Well, without you
I wander around …and I’m without you.
I’m without you.
Right now in this moment you aren’t with me.
But your beautiful face,
Your chuckling, bubbling laughter,
Your warmth and accepting spirit that created endless joy and tranquility,
Well those beautiful memories and cherished gifts have never left me.
Having known you~
Joy and tranquility
Are forever with me
I am without you,
But you are with me.