THE LEAF

My memory remained
where you left it:
barely hanging on a tree
where our thoughts played
hide-and-seek.

Day and night,
you were the wind—
always everywhere;
always nowhere.

Leaves were stars
that tasted so sweet
at every fall.

And then autumn came so fast
without you
ever noticing.

© Gheeneil

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