Lone Willow and Heartbreak creeks - collection of poems

The last lead

To Eva

Falling down like the last leaf of a tree when winter hits.

They say it's the cold and darkness that makes them fall.

They say it's sad and lonely—winter comes, and everyone hides.

But you were mine, and you stayed—until you didn't.

Our love was treacherous, sad, and tragic. There was nothing beautiful in it.

I wished to run away with you, to a place where it would be only us.

But nothing happens the way we once planned—it's not a fairytale.

And I'll stand alone at the foot of the staircase once again.

Winter ends, and the leaves return—but not you, not this time.

Lilly, september 24th 2024