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I heard a song today

that described what we’re going through.  

The words were so real…I started to cry…again.  

You held me close to stop the tears.  

Did you notice we both make jokes

when we’re embarrassed or hurt?  

This isn’t the season to be alone.  

The beautiful changing leaves…

the awesome view out of my bedroom window.  

It’s funny how pretty, dead leaves

can cover up ugly dead grass

and all of a sudden-POW!!  

Awesome autumn.  

I thought I heard your footsteps

but it turned out to be dead leaves falling.  

It was pretty though—the brown and red

seeming to fall from the sky.  

Death becomes autumn.  

You used to hold my hand or pull me near

as we walked through awesome autumn.  

Now I’m walking alone.  

I still hear two sets of footsteps though…

mine and the leaves.  

Too bad the leaves can’t hold me like you used to.  

Then again I don’t know anyone who can.

Kaya Nailah Davis ©2000