October
Dead leaves
blanket
the cooling
earth.
I’ll cover
you
like that,
with
care,
coming
from the parts of me
I thought you killed.
Wish you didn’t hurt me that night.
Wish you cried instead,
and I could have held you in my arms
while the wind blew past us.
Years
crunch under my feet
without an answer.
I’ve grown
May you grow
like a tree.
Feel the wind
blow past.
Shed leaves
when they are heavy.
Hurt no one.