He watched out the window and saw the autumn leaves falling from the trees.
Just like he was,
Falling apart.
He looked at the grey clouds with the countless drops of water falling.
Just like his eyes,
They were crying.
He stared at his backyard's flowers, all stomped over.
Just like he was,
By his lover.
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POETRY
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