23 July 2010

one hundred-fifty four.

seasons change.

everything you've said
stirred with everything you've done
has created a void in between the two
that once existed as one that were never
officially one , together
like a leaf on a branch
is not one with the branch, just apart of
the tree - it can easily fall away
and drift and forget that it
was ever apart of that tree
and that branch
like you.
like me.
and i'm the leaf -
finally flowing away with
the easy movement
of summers
breeze.