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Lost Leaves
My heart beats in my chest tonight
As it did the night before
And the evening before that.
Today was just another day
Not one that I will remember
Or hold dear in my memories.
Nothing but a forgotten leaf
Fallen from a blossoming tree.
No, I will not remember thee,
It came and went from me
This leaf has left
With the wind
And is already withering away.
I don’t care much for the leaves
That have been departing
Unnoticed, uninteresting.
No, those should not be a part of me.
I would much rather choose
An unusual flower
With so many petals
To love and cherish
Unpredictable, unforgettable.
That’s how my days ought to be.
But tonight,
My heart stayed in my chest you see,
My days, my weeks,
Are dry brittle leaves
That didn’t belong on the tree
In the first place.
So tonight I pray
For all I want
Is to water the tree
And have flowers
Growing from thee.
To end the drought
Once and for all
Bring my life back to me.
And then my heart will arrange
To race, to jump
To skip a beat
To accelerate its pace
And pound like a drum again.
My days have been wasted,
Forgotten
It’s time to blossom once more
And make up for all those lost leaves.
You write some sad and often
You write some sad and often melancholy poetry. Although I have enjoyed some of those, it is nice to see “a bit” of hope in this one.
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.”
Emily Dickinson