The colors whisper through the leaves as they fade onto the ground.
What they try to tell me slips from my lips. I'm deaf.
I asked the universe why you're not around.
I'm scared that you're too far gone.
And you don't want saving.
The wind; it paints the floor with red footprints.
Where it is leading, fleeting. It's away.
I know you knew how to find your way, since.
You forgot to leave me when you fled.
And I want saving.
The sky cries ice because there's no hope like once before.
I was crying for him. You held me in the street.
It's not the same, no. You're not around.
They took you too far away.
You don't want saving.
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