5 August 2012

You left, Like the leaves in autumn, Falling, wrinkled, to the ground,

You left, Like the snow in winter, Melting, slowly, without a sound.

You left, Like the flowers in spring, Withering, dying, being trodden, being beaten,

You left, Like the fruit in summer, Consumed, munched, being taken, being eaten.

You left. And you left

without me.

PlatypusSeasons • Opuss № I