Leaves fall
A poem on the temporary.
Leaves fall.
And so did my heart.
Once again covering up
vulnerable parts
with cups of tea
and Blake's words.
My comfort song
numbs the hurt.
I am grateful for chicken noodle soup.
I am living Eat, Pray, Love.
Listening to Iced Coffee.
Drinking Starbucks.
I had coffee for the first time this year.
Discovered I do like it hot.
The word 'Hot' had just reminded me of you.
And that is a thought that I should leave behind before March.
Yet I can grab onto something so temporary;
a memory, your photograph, the art you made, the songs I sang
because of you and your quick changes
in mind.
Yes, I see all your beauty.
Since I love you
between hello and goodbye.
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