Autumn

Lonely Sunday

I'm walking alone in a late Sunday afternoon.

The rain makes music on my umbrella and my steps are the metronome of my thoughts.

I watch the leafs giving up their hold from the trees, flying hopelessly on the ground.

I stop and close my eyes.

My heart is pounding and my soul is empty.

I wish I could let go everything like those autumnal leaves just did.

I keep listening to the nature's concert for a while, but I can feel the raindrops passing through my veins and wetting my cheeks now. 

I open my eyes, take a deep breath and start to walk back home.

Maybe one day I'll be like one of those leaves, and maybe, just maybe, someone will be there to catch me.