The leaves ( a poem )

Longing for some help

Longing for a distraction

A distraction from waiting for a wind

That has come once

And blown away the only stranded leaves

From the sit where I sit

Not been totally replaced

I mean the chair is still cool

The stones are unmoved

But nothing can really replace the leaves

Cause it has this beauty that none of this others things have

I really don’t know why I care about the leaves so much

Wonder how far it has gone with the wind

Or how familiar they have gotten

Wondering why they go in one direction and never come back

Even tho the wind goes and come

They just never come back

Maybe they are lost themselves

Following the wind

Thinking there is something special to be gone with the wind

Only to be left alone

Away from the cool chair that is left for me

At lest I have some

And have probably be answered by another lost leaves coming my way

While the leaves are left with just the gentle touch of the wind

Cause they got stuck and are unable to move anymore

The fact that I had to leave the chair

Just to go find the leaves

Only to find out that the leaves was with someone else

While I was here thinking maybe the leaves was alone and stucked

And the person once again talking to the leaves

Like it is the only thing that mattered in the whole world

Admiring it’s beauty

Just like me

But then

Again

The one, truly left alone is just me

Away from the leaves and the chair

My mind bruised

As I carry all my thoughts, care and affections back to myself

Trying to find a plaster to help with my bruises