i lost sight of falling leaves and there is
a sweltering heat that should have
left me feeling so cold inside as
memory would arise from within
the confines of a skeptical but
soothing rain-like thought, and the tears on
your face are similar to those that
would fall on a small child's popsicle
after a charmingly heathen playmate
might hurt them with childish insults and
the idiocy of thickening weak skin,
destroying the inner shelter
that seems to fade so fast as
the years pass, leave us behind, and the words
sting more and more until everything
you stood for means...
nothing