Poem: Life in the fall
I am the things you dust in October
Safe in the fold of your scarf,
I am the bone in the broken wing
Of a loner
Though loneliness tints on my heart.
I am the yellow wrapper you use as a bookmark
Between page ninety-four and five,
I am the lace on the sleeve
Of the fallen
Though seems like falling apart.
And I am fully accepting sadness
Right in the beat of your heart,
In this fading redness of autumn
I am losing myself