FALL

I speak to spirits in the trees
As I sleep beneath the fallen leaves.
I blend in with them so well.
Like skeletons of summer we are.
Cut off from life, but with beautiful scars:
Vibrant colors in their veins, immortal memories in my brain.
You are so far away.
Their colors fade, my thoughts remain.
They are lucky, so lucky.
They don’t know they are dead.
I do.