Our Last Fall

and as I stand so somber
wishing I could wonder
into the brittle sky,
that broke without regret
into clouds, stars with a sigh
like the needs of an enamor,
lost in the twilight.

Trees sang with treason
as winds blew, off season
killing all virtue they had
leaves falling of reds, oranges--
such lunacy, so mad
with dead blossoms around it
making this enamored scene, so sad.

And you and I were plenty,
the petals of lilies, so many
falling on our toes
as we descend down into
the deaths of our very souls.

You stood forgotten, covered
hidden under, layered
by the petals of our death--
these lilies steal our breaths.

The End

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