Where I go,I just don't know
No recollection of it in my head
A memory of you just leads me on
Along a path that I have before tread
My fingers grow numb in the passing breeze
A feeling I've grown quite used to
Now I know the way with ease
The leaves die around me
They fall, fluttering to the ground slowly
I watch them, their nurturing
Support cut from them
Will you do that to me?
As I fall, a coma of darkness swallows me
Copyright 1995 Robin Duffy
