Gone

The leaves are turning
Their unsettling colors trace your heart
My feet, like a leash, drag through them
And I watch as I tear them apart
Little by little, the leaves--
they turn from being whole to shreds
Floating away, they blow
The particles scatter and I am left with wonder
Of where they will go
Of where I will go
Of whether I should follow
or stay behind
The leaves are turning
And so have you