A sharp pain slices through me
Your name splashes across those just gone by moments
Those moments are now being buried in your closet of dried leaves,
Crumpled, powdered and stamped upon by your more amorous trysts
Those shredded pieces now lay limp amongst the zillions of fresh dew sprinkled buds
Is there a magician who can promise a moment back, make a leaf whole?
Is there a wizard who can prophesy a few more of those on my path?