For Roses and Leaves

We may branch into illusion,

feeling high above—

but seasons shift,

and time rewrites our bloom.

Roses fade,

as human love must do.

Leaves fall quietly

into their destined place.

Forgive the roses,

forgive the leaves—

it was only a dream we shared.

Let distance be the garden’s gate;

I’ll walk away,

long gone,

alone in my shadow.