Memory Leaf
A Poem

An autumn breeze tugs at the yellow maple leaves. The warmth of her smile opens the windows to my memories. Sometimes we live in the past, hoping to change our future.
She was my lover when we were both children of the faith and strolled hand in hand beneath the maple trees, sharing our pain and angst.
Now I drift alone in a sea of thought and wish I had the power to close the flood gates and free myself from the torture.
I listen to the sounds of leaves crumbling under the feet of strangers and watch them avoid my eyes as they drop a quarter or a dollar bill into my outstretched hand.
I worry the winter will come soon and fear that I may die one night with my heart still broken and her memory forgotten.
Copyright © 2020 by Harley King