There we were, two yellow leaves falling through a rainforest
blown away, moving in abstract directions
one falls, one soars. Then both soar.
The wind goes north, northwest, southeast
uncertain, but constant.
The two leaves flew in separate paths
only for each to land on separate riverbeds
moving with the current, drifting farther apart.
This is how it feels.
The leaf, with a constant longing filling its gut
knowing what must be and musn’t
living upon an empty bed worn in with silhouettes
while Father Time slowly lends a helping hand.
Not fast enough, Father.
The gut grows heavy at times, but covered by a thick skin
the waterfall tries to stone itself, but not drain
and thoughts, images, a filmstrip through the mind
they don’t help
Absence is difficult to forget
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