Leaves drift around the spot
we used to meet
laugh argue fight reconcile
no distances separated us
or so I thought
Now
ages later
or is it days
in the stillness of autumn
blossoms turn sepia
I gather a fistful of dry leaves
and crush them
Why possess my soul
if we were to be strangers again
Why meet
only to go away
Your smile was just a smile
for you
for me
it was a million promises
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