The Lost Leaf

 The Lost Leaf

This seems to be me

Intricate, designed

Complex, intertwined


But dead nonetheless


A remnant of what used to be

An echo of a former spring

A monochrome of a former green and flower


I hear the warmth is on the way

I hear the light is lasting longer

Yet I wonder

If that means anything at all for me in this state


Or maybe I’m simply a reminder

Of what was in the past

And what could be in the present

What could have been the future


Or maybe I am a building block for the next ones

Maybe I’ve done all I was supposed to do

The hours they were all too few


While I sit here in the stillness

The wind begins to whisper

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