fallen leaves

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do you think
i should let
go now

and stop
picking up
those fallen
leaves?

i loved 
collecting
them 
for my 
vintage
album

as inspired
by that
magical
bond

i

a
l
w
a
y
s

cherished,
embraced,
yet

n
e
v
e
r

e v e r
saw
flourish,

(d i d   i
j u s t
i   m   a   g   i   n  e
i t . . .?)

the touch
of those leaves
still feels
too raw 

i  t
s   t   i  r   s
m      y
s     o     u     l
n       a       k      e      d

yet, 
I keep
hoping
for the day

i’ll see your
handsome
tree

s
t
a
n
d
i
n
g

t
a
l
l

and, 
finally,
and,
s u r e l y,

f    o    r
e      v      e      r
g    
r     
e     
e
n

pale verses

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blue at night
falling prey
to those 
crystallised 
t   e   a   r   s

pale verses
written 
for you—
o   n   l   y

and dissolving
in the air
like cigar
p        u       f       f      s

i want to kiss
the immense
depth of
your dark
f   e   a   r   s

when you are
blue at night,
and hope for
an answer to your
p      r      a      y       e      r      s

pale verses
to hold tight to
as if they were
your

r
e
s
c
u
e

r
o
p
e
s

for
those blue  
n    i     g    h    t    s