Glue Bound Glass

Currents

So young and touched without desire.
How long till the feeling of your skin is no longer on mine?
When the leaves start to turn and fall at the parks I think of you somehow.
How you once meant so much to me and now that's all gone.
I still think of you when I listen to that song.
The way that song brings me so many Emotions; sadness, anger, hatred that roll over me like currents.
I could try to barter the time to forgive you for me but I'm not quite sure that could set me free.
I am also unsure of how long I can keep watching these leaves fall knowing that unlike them you are not changing at all.
The colors brown, yellow, and red I can see in my head each reminding me of different stages.
Different stages of your love and your hate. I wouldn't know who you were on a good day.

Every thought of you that comes through like an ocean wave reminds me of the day I left you.
How proud of myself I am to no longer have to stand the thought of a man you couldn't appreciate me for who I am.
So when the wind comes through this fall and the leaves start to fall it will not be you who I think about,
But the change I will appreciate