The last streams of sunlight crawl through broken, bare branches,
as night falls,
and I find myself falling on the soft ground,
surrounded by grass decorated with frost,
half dead candles, that still dare to shine, long into the night.
I find myself falling to a place I won’t escape,
I’m dreaming again,
surrounded by my spells,
my sentimental attachments to things in the real world,
that I can’t quite reach from my casa in the clouds.
I think you cast a love spell,
because I forget myself when I’m around you,
I can’t breathe when I’m around you,
and when we are apart,
my heart is not my own,
my heart just sings a lonely song she wrote,
to show you that she was devoted.
Soft and sensitive,
I sing lullabies to the falling, dying leaves,
writing your name, neatly, across their spines,
placing them gently in my hair,
feeling them fall as I walk,
leaving a trail,
so I can be sure of all the places that I adored you.