A fractured piece of light
I still see the way the leaves ripple in the slight breeze
In the patterns of light behind my eyelids
I reveled in that weather
The potent wind blowing leaves across pavement
Rain that scuttles instead of falling
Hugs in bathroom stalls
Every day the same boy gets on the bus
just one stop before I get off
November came and went
But I don't see him on the bus anymore
And the leaves are gone now
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