Autumn Leaves

This is me

Before I met you

And after you left me.

This is me

Unwatered by your love

Abandoned to the wolves

And centipedes.

This is me

Flayed and flawed, incomplete,

A shell and shadow of who I used to be.

This is me craving for you again,

Knowing it was always meant to be,

Even if you can't see it.

This is me aching to go to you,

And I would, too, if I wasn't already

Such a thorn in your flesh.

This is me

Watching you live the life destined for you,

Wishing I could be a part of it,

Watching you leave me this bitter autumn,

Wanting the happiness that we briefly had

Forever.

This is me

Torn and tortured,

Cracked and creased,

Ravaged and wretched,

Frail and fragile,

Empty and endlessly blowing in the wind,

For people's favorite leaves are green ones,

Not gnarled, twisted, threadbare ones.

This is me

Floating soundlessly through aeons,

Down generations, across ages, towards you.

Look up and see me,

Find me before it's too late,

Before I crumble into nothingness.

But I wouldn't be surprised

If you simply crunched me beneath your heel

And walked away.