I love my neighborhood with its tree lined streets
stopping, I lean against one to glance up at the leaves
waving against a sky, quivering from gentle caresses
I imagine the wind going through my hair is him
running his fingers through the silken strands he loved
oddly, I once thought he loved many things about me
glancing at my wrists, I'm thankful they bear no marks,
if longing worked wonders, there would be scars there
I nearly fell apart after he hit me that first time.
Thinking back to hours I spent on the bathroom floor,
daring myself to commit the ultimate sacrifice.
Suffice to say, I didn't do it and for that I'm glad
there are so many things that life has to offer
looking at the leaves as they dangle above me
then to the piles that surround my feet, I smile
thinking to myself that even if I live to be 100
I'll only witness this miraculous change 100 times
how sad it is when I think of it in that way
I love autumn. It's a sacred time for me.
Resuming my walk, I kick at the leaves
watching them land in piles of assorted color.
Spotting a recent neatly raked pile of leaves,
I fall backwards overcome with fits of laughter
as the sky tumbles and I land, covered in leaves
standing rather abruptly, so as not to be seen,
I brush the leaves off and resume my walk home
I glance at the beauty around me and once again
the pain subsides as I swirl a leaf by its stem and
I’m overcome with a fresh resolve to make it.
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