The Leaves We Left Behind

By Jessie Mullen

Picked leaves hoping you’d love me.

It was never enough you see.

Unsure why I stopped picking leaves.

Perhaps the past was enough to keep.

To keep you

To keep our love

But it’s cold now and the leaves have withered.

We didn’t make it through winter.

At night wonder flows afore I fall asleep,

If the seasons stood still, would you still leave me?