It was a early morning
That I took a walk around the park
The trees I passed by
At least three or four times
I didn’t care if I stood more than an hour
The coffee in my hand
Keeps me warm like yours used to
Your hand held mine on those days
And I have almost forgotten
What it felt like
To be loved by you
Time doesn’t matter now
I stopped counting the years
The leaves will keep on floating away in the wind
Drifting far away in a place where I cannot reach
Much like you, leaves fall and change
And it grows in their own way
Autumn is when I am reminded of you
How we used to be together
And now we are not.
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Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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