The autumn leaves
Collect around my feet, and
for a second I can see you
playing amongst them,
until a cruel winter wind
blows the spark away
along with the leaves
swirling around in spirals
like my head.
So confused, it
doesn't make sense.
But then
neither does anything else.
Not now.
Now you're not here.
Why did you leave me
like this?
I loved you
and you loved me
didn't you?
So why did you leave me-
was it something I said
or did?
What did I do to deserve this?
I just need to see your face
one last time,
even if it's only to tell me
you don't love me anymore