looking behind me
if you were following, i wanted to see
existing as autumn, in a world of spring
eternally falling, never failing to sing
break
moving with grace and no wasted energy
a bright red leaf falling to the ground
how do you manage to so shame me
when you finally finish, I hear the sound
of rain
unrequited thoughts, failing at the finish line
leaving words unsaid, staring at the script
it'll be left for another time
the meaning of the tale, tenuously gripped