This & That

Changes In The Air

By: Donna L Martin

Red, orange and gold sway to and fro

as leaves dance across the path I stroll down.

What are the chances things will be the same

once I return to the places we used to go?

My footsteps hesitate as I see the tree where

we once picnicked in the spring.

Now there are children playing in the leaves

and I feel the changes in the air.

There is the bridge where you carved my name

within a heart you told me was mine.

My own heart races at the thought

of how my life will never be the same.

My cheeks are suddenly damp as I near

the place where you left me behind.

Its been two years since you’ve gone

and the fog has finally begun to clear.

Just like the leaves, the world spun away from me

when they told me of how you died.
Then long months of mourning when all I could do

was breathe and dream of what used to be.

But life goes on even when we might not care

and my world is slowly becoming the color of these leaves.

I may not be ready to greet the spring time,

but I can finally welcome the changes in the air.

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