Fallen Leaves

The fallen leaves and tears
That have come at this time of year
Have been beautiful, though some painful
They speak of change, I hold them near

I told you that I’d go away
Not tomorrow or next week, but today
Not forever, only for a while and in physical form
But it seems now that it is you who couldn’t stay

I hung on every word you said
Sent you something on which to rest your head
When you can’t sleep (often) and all seems bleak
I worry when I don’t hear from you that you’re dead

You want to make sure I can survive
Without you, and that in fact I thrive
Sadness hangs in a haze during this settling phase
And yet I continue to be alive

When will I see you again?
Can I still call you my friend?
I care about you, I love you still
And I know that this will never end.

Claire

Amateur poet (33f) who has an interest specifically in mental health, music and cooking. Looking to connect with and resonate with others who experience difficulties in life due to mental illness and difficult life circumstances, through poetry.

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