Color? I
passed you again, in that same-always place
As I
But
I
fire-orange leaves
fell
about your face.
wished today you might stop and
talk
heard only the crinkling of our autumn- fresh walk. You did not know, in the peace of that air
The
You
felt
My hopeful I
struggle in
me
as
I
tried not to stare.
nothing sacred in the
face, those
moment we
passed,
burning colors, for you will never
ignored you again, in that same-always style
wanting to speak, yet unable
to smile.
So you kept on moving, kept on living your day And I kept on walking away. -
Laura
kmq
last.