Dead Leaves And Memories

Upon this floor scattered like Autumn leaves caught in the wind are the pictures and trinkets of my memories

I lay here surrounded by a past that promised possibility in this moment of unwavering certainty

Certainty that these leaves have turned and fallen, victim to time and careless hands of my nature

I shift and move on this floor creating memory angels, something beautiful in all this pain and decay

My hands grasping carelessly at these pieces that have survived so many seasons

Still I can't make dead leaves feel summer again

I can't make this tree take back all my memories

I can't make sense of the fact the tree letting go of all these leaves is me