The leaves fall one after another softly detach one note, swish at the stem as the days flow thin sheets of cut out leaf pile up crunchy crispy curls on the ground the wind swirls for a dance arms around a waist if the rain played nice the night before.
Wistful, Cold. every year around this time my body settles into a blue morose trance. Numbed, a stone sunk deep to the pit of my core. Vision blurs to bring back a little body paws golden floppy ears on blacktop. The violence of it. Delirium struck. rapid like your breath. like mine.
It was too late. I knew.
even as I knelt there in traffic streams pouring down my cheeks
the way that road will never look innocent again.
still, the nightmare lives like it was yesterday.
10 years
the first time I placed pen on paper to write you.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 