LEAVES LEAVE
though I will never
see your eyes again
nor hear your voice
nor speak to you
of things that matter
it is clear from my window
the wind leaves yet a few leaves
to dangle from the branch
nothing escapes completely
not the windswept leaves
that swirl and gather
in the corner of my room
nor the moon that shines
through the shutters
tapping out shadows of your face
and the world you once shared with me
beyond me
beyond this winter's night
I believe
there is and always will be
a wind that brushes back
even the curling leaves of paint
to reveal all that you gave me
and all that was once you
© Breyel, Timm. "Leaves Leave". All rights reserved.
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