Friday, August 7, 2015

every time i think of you

every time i think of you
a leaf falls from the tree
outside my window.

it's very specific.
one thought.
one leaf,
falling, falling, falling,
to its death.

it doesn't twirl,
or flutter,
or dance.
it dies.

but nothing in nature is wasted.
leaf becomes earth,
becomes tree,
becomes leaf,
falls to the earth.

every time i think of you
a tree grows outside my window.

every time the tree outside my window
thinks of you,
it becomes alive
in a way that
only leaves understand.

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