The Autumn

I’ve fallen in love with the leaves in the wind.
What is free to the broken heart?
Love?
Life?
The price of pain is overwhelming.
These leaves, when they’ve grown
old and worn, travel to the earth’s end
and are forgotten…
but not by the wind.
It carries the broken pieces into the skyline,
underneath the ocean depths,
fading, meshing into the present-tense.
The now known as Autumn.