this memory, the crunch at your feet
a whisper of me in the sky
where you abandon me to blue and light
and the wet, cold, grey under feet
the pink toe, blue and frozen
pale too like an innocence of mine
puddle me brown in an autumn desert
leaf clutched to this tread
in the sky, the white could distant
untouched but still cool
where the rain trickles down without a storm
I am walking through a broken old street
I am abandoned, simply to be
raindrop, your tear is slowed
an experience of time
memory, the wet leaf
the solitary dream, tattered, wet, walking forward
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