the leaves of last fall lie crumpled and dead in the ditch
they crackle and creak under foot and I envy their talent for talking from the grave. they burned brightly in hues that delighted us and as a justly earned reward they lie down in pastures that will become green. the tree that abandoned them long forgotten. we burned brightly together for a moment before you let go of me like so much detritus but instead of sweet release, I was sentenced to life. I sit, therefore, in a ditch covering myself and contemplating last Fall's leaves.
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It's caught my scent again and is coming up on me fast.
Haven't been able to outrun it or keep it at bay. It's relentless, no pity or mercy and will outlast all who try to cross its path. It is here to stay. It's had me by the throat and tears out my heart. If it I could run away with my soul and take all the pain I would welcome it in and set about to make a new start. Instead it only gnaws away and I am driven insane. This time though, it underestimates me and I stand still. Like a rabid animal it charges and I stand still shotgun at ready. Tonight I say goodbye to the painful memories that chill my heart and soul are united, my courage is steady. Tonight I bid you adieu. Tonight I am Memory persists, even as I wish for some concoction to take you off my heart and soul. I would gladly relinquish every happy memory
of our lives together to find release from the pain of separation. Some say that would be a meaningless existence, perhaps they are right. It's hard to think of anything in this never-ending night. I know nothing but a memory of love found and lost. |
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