The Red Maple Leaf

i have a red, maple leaf
in my hand ...

it was cold
the wind was blowing

u were standing
leaning hard, against ur car

u'd driven madly, without destinations
till the voices in your head had stopped

then pulled up at this lonely spot
resplendant with the blush of fall

silent. deserted
where even the crickets called

and then came the tears
like a hurricane
shivering, trembling, shaking, tearing apart
not gentle rain. but dangerous storm

the world went went black
the world went blank

time lost meaning
life lost meaning

who were were
u dont know anymore

everything was over
she was gone

that was the moment, this maple leaf fell
somewhere else in the universe ...

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