These Leaves Drop


All of the clothes I will never wear.

Trying to be someone else.

Calling myself weird.

Running from sleep into distraction.

Thinking not feeling.

Hiding from the work and the joy.

These leaves drop.


Wanting sex and love.

Not wanting sex and love.

Apologising for being different.

Leaving my body.

Hiding my love.

Boxes of his stuff and clutter.

These leaves drop.


The sun is fading and

All leaves drop in time.


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