Bright, tall grass weaves in the wind
and spreads into the viridian sea
and whirls into the joyous Christmas trees
that circle in your eyes, kindling
Standing on the edge,
frolicking, playing about on
holding hands with you,
I lose my balance and
see the rocks tumble
your smile vanishes,
throws itself down, down,
I try to play, tease
my jostling cataclysm
sends you toppling.
The leaves swirled in the wind. Mocha and auburn and caramel colored in the wind. The air was crisp and my breath mingled with the clouds, as my footsteps echoed off the pavement.
“I never should have married you!”
“Get out! Leave!”
I heard shouting from within a calm, shuttered window. A door slammed. Crying carried far in the wind. I floated within it, down the street.
I sat in the cold grass. Leaves fell around me, settled and aged. I closed my eyes and heard crying in my skull. Then, music wafted over me, lilting and tilting in the wind.
I spread my fingers out, through each blade. Felt them glisten. I threw my head back and opened my eyes to the sky.
He was standing over me. Placed a caramel leaf on my nose, where it floated onto my chest.
I heard him whisper.
“I love you.”