Colors by Laura Rumsey

Colors

by Laura Rumsey

I passed you again, in that same-always place

As fire-orange leaves fell about your face.

I wished today you might stop and talk

But I heard only the crinkling of our autumn- fresh walk.

You did not know, in the peace of that air

The struggle in me as I tried not to stare.

You felt nothing sacred in the moment we passed,

My hopeful face, those burning colors, for you will never last.

I 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.