Leaves are shed once a year,
But you don’t stay gone.
I have left once
I don’t stay gone either
Did you want to keep the things that you abandoned?
The aftertaste makes me linger
In a place where I feel like
You want to stay, but I fear not quite yet
Because the sun has barely risen,
And one should never judge the midday heat by the cool dawn breeze.
I wanted to leave at one point - I picked the locks to many strangers’ houses. They were beautiful, mesmerizing, well-decorated, but some sinks and showers were broken, most ovens I have seen were scorched. But they lived happily. The holiday lights flashed over us. Like with us. I was there once. I was in many places. The cars that zoomed by the nearby highway were unfamiliar to me. The crops they grew outside in their farms smelled different. I can’t fall asleep. I only fall asleep alone now.
It’s not too late. Our wings are
Frozen, but not frostbitten.
My mom has always taught me
That when things thaw
It could take hours and liters of water.
I listen to music about vulnerability,
Being free, staying nostalgic,
All for good reason.
They tie me to you like old memories
Piled up in my brain
Like our clothes on your floor,
Shed like autumn maple leaves.
Photo by Rachael Lau