When there’s a breeze you can hear the leaves rustling in the trees. Shaking back and forth they dance to the sound of themselves. the dead ones yellow now still hanging on. Are we like these leaves? It’s 62 degrees and the sky is clear On our best days we dance the rhythm of beautiful days carrying us along until we land in bed again Are we like these leaves? Worn already by Life Not halfway through our 20s With enough trauma to go around We huddle together Yellow and almost dead on the inside Somehow still high above the ground Haven’t we reached rock bottom yet? No. Hitting rock bottom is the worst, and baby You’re the best. I’ve always believed in fairies and elves Living in the trees, causing mischief In the cut they thrived Uninhibited by the chaos of the world I’ve always had a thing for elves I’ve always believed in love at first sight At first I loved the sight of you At first you loved the sight of me And yet Years go by and we wandered alone Through the forest in search of ourselves We bumped into others Got some sap on our clothes Picking up the twigs and logs Found lodged in various partners along the way Eventually We bumped back into each other Still covered in sap and leaves Watch me closely as I find sugar and seed Among the sticky leaves I find your eyes underneath “You’ve come back to me.” ~ For your Ears:
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