She gave me a leaf
And I stuck it
on my wardrobe
with red electrical tape
over the end of my bed
It was all colour and fire and passion
It was all yellow and brown and dying
edges folding gently in on themselves
a slow motion collapse
brittle
jagged
delicate
fragranced slightly of decay
smelling completely of the forest
Hanging there on the plywood wardrobe
suspended
when maybe it should be left
to fall
and spin
and mould
decay
be swept away
forgotten
Should She be
left
to fall
and spin
and mould
and decay
be swept away
forgotten
Or maybe held on to
crumbling
stripped of roots
lost from some origin point
the tighter I hold you
the more the crumble,
the faster you sift
through my fingers
sliding
sand-like
into tomorrow
And still
I cannot
let
go
So I let go
all the while
holding on
tight
We crumble
for-ever
together