Abscission

Cracked lips start bleeding,

The leaves just barely hanging on;

A word forms at the tip of my tongue,

But it's only ephemeral,

There for just a moment—

A spark.

I'll miss this

Early evenings and mid-afternoon walks,

Unbound by burden, but bound by desire

Immobilized by the ceaselessness of then.

Then, what was

Late-night drives

Unbounding youth

A heart that never slows its beating.

No eye of Michaelangelo blesses me,

And with that I'm content;

To let no end be locked away

Borne with the responsibility of being.

And when I hear your whispers in

The rustles of the leaves, or see

Your image in forlorn gaze, I

Cannot decide whether I want you

To feel the same; you, bound by burden, 

But set free from desire.

And so I'll keep watching the leaves fall

Embrace the sting of winter—chapped and pale.

Passing mentions of hometown friends will

Form on my lips, every sentence 

A tacit funeral for the infinite death of today

Finding in each and every moment the

Limitlessness of tomorrow.

Let us then go through the motions, and,

Only after, know what we have lost.