The Last Leaf to Fall

My right arm hung over your stomach,
My other arm underneath your torso our hands clasped,
I think.

As I lay here in bed next to you,
Unable to sleep,
Unwilling to sleep,
Pondering how there is a last leaf to fall.

Your perfume brings me back to the time when we met.
It was in the fall,
Most of the leafs had fallen of the trees,
Leaving a sea of leaves a foot deep.

You were headed back to your dorm,
I was headed to music hall for practice.
I was so distracted by the leaves I bumped into you,
You dropped your books, I was so embarrassed,
I fell to the ground to pick them up,
But slipped and landed on my back.

You laughed, I blushed.
You kicked more leaves on top on me,
I laughed, you blushed.
I grabbed a handful and throw them at you,
You reached down and filled your arms with leaves and dropped them on my head.
I tackled you into sea of leaves.
As arms were rapped around you we kissed our first kiss.

Now as I lay here,
Looking out the window at the last leaf to fall,
A thought drifts from your mind to mine:
“I'm no lover,
I'm your pillow.”

So as I lay here, hugging my pillow
Imaging myself as the last leaf to fall into the sea of leaves,
Into the sea of love.
I think of you,
Whoever you will be.