he left her all alone.
she felt as if there was no one left for her,
like she was the last leaf on a tree
right before winter.
she tried to go on with her life.
she really did.
but it was hard being the lone leaf.
and all she could ever think about
was how he used to be there for her,
and the tree was full of leaves,
and everything was beautiful.
but now everything was gone.
and she lived in a cold, lonely world.
and she did not want that world.
but the leaves could not grow back.
so she drifted between the lines of
depression
and insanity
for a while.
she held on to what she had left,
like the leaf that she was,
grasping the branch,
trying not to let go.
but eventually,
her grip faltered,
and she descended from the tree
onto the cold, hard ground.
all the pain was gone
because she was gone.
her tragic world was no more
and she was no more.
he came back for her.
he was just a leaf drifting through the wind,
searching for the one he left behind,
because he was lonely, too.
but when he flew past her tree,
he discovered she was gone,
just like everything else.
and he lived in a cold, lonely world.
and he did not want that world.
as he drifted through the wind,
he also drifted between the lines of
depression
and insanity
for a while.
like a leaf, he went where the wind carried him.
until it took him to the ocean.
and he gracefully entered.
and he drowned
in the sea
of oblivion.
