crisp
I feel lost
I shuffle the rustling leaves
feel the breeze that greeted the ravine a couple steps away
hear the wind that seemed to forsake me once before
it was all in my mind
my mind had twisted the beauty
the beauty of this world
the translucent waters had turned murky
but now they reflect the skies
I look up to see my reflection
to then look down and see a face smiling back at me
the sun that had once caused me
such pain, such smoldering agony
now became my (high)light
To feel the warmth of love
to just bask in its radiance
was different when you had lived in its absence for so much time before
its absence fostered craving
a craving only satiated by watching the lone leaf dangle confidently from the twig
strong, persistent, unafraid
definitely unapologetic
we were in love with life too much to hit the ground yet
We would hit the ground on our terms
not to be mistaken for other softening leaves on the floor
but to be our own in all our crispness