It's been 14 months, 6 days, and 2 hours,
and I know this not because of counting the days but because the leaves have fallen from the trees without even bothering to change color. Now they are crunchy brown under my dirty shoes and I don't miss you at all.

I've become so accustomed to the cooler breezes bringing melancholy as they seep through the cracks in my thin walls
So used to feeling trodden on like the crushed leaves
falling without a fight.

But not this time, lovely.
Not this time.

I'm that tree that is stripped down to bare bone in winter darkness. I will shoulder rain and snow and the occasional lightning strike. And come spring I'll still be standing
just waiting
to burst into colors more brilliant than your wildest dreams.

11/02/2010

Posted on 11/03/2010
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