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

Not lonely

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

Not falling

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

To find.