I call to you in Autumn colors—
in naked trees,
which creak and groan
under weights of solemn sky.
Longing swells like appetite:
insatiable and aching;
breastbones creak atop pining hearts,
which pulse in lonely torment.
Eyes become searchlights,
wild hearts a detector…
while minds observe the
sweeping of memories beneath curled leaves:
perfect for concealing,
but far from forgotten is the feeling—
I burrow beneath crinkled leaves
With every lungful of solitude
With every exhale of painful dependency,
like precious leaves of dejection
My truth is but transparent and fleeting:
I need you.