Your words fall easily

Like petals descending

Gracefully landing

One after the other

On the forest floor

 

I lift them

Cradle them

In my hands

Chasing every color

Every syllable

 

You never turn 

To see if I follow

Looking only

To the trees

As day fades

 

I lose you

To the dark

Feeling for petals

Beautiful words

Turn to whispers

 

The cold is sharp

Piercing the warmth

Clutched in my hands

A biting gust

Carries them away

 

I find my heart

And hold it instead

I see your words

Etched inside it

Where you wrote them

 

You come back

Having seen my heart

And take it

Leaving me lifeless

As you walk on