always raining - Poetry

Where were you

I was preparing for autumn
I brought all the cardigans and saggy sweaters
I was preparing to cup my hand into yours instead of under cups of teas
Then I stood there like an evergreen tree sitting in fog
Waiting
To hook my arm into yours
The second the first leaf yellowed
You were off with someone else
The betrayal as you wrapped your scarf around her neck
It's warmth and your scent and stray bits of your chestnut hair, entangling her
When it should've been mine
A noose you tied that signaled the end of us
I hung there a stray leaf clinging to what used to be ours and us and mine
No matter how hard the wind lashed I did not detach
and it didn't lash enough for my liking