Falling

A story of love


Photo by Autumn Mott Rodeheaver on Unsplash

It was printed black and blue,

the sky.

It was the bitterness of winter,

the bloom of spring,

the dreams of summer,

the death of fall.

It was printed black and blue

for us.

This is the story of how the world began to fall,

how suddenly there was a shift in weight and

everything slowly and then quickly tumbled over,

how the dreamers reached for the stars and when they touch them,

it torched their souls,

how the innocent became corrupted,

how love rose to only fall.

This is the story of the leaf that fell from the tree after being too heavy for it,

after realizing it must let go.

And so it did.

And it fell

and fell

and fell.

Rocking back and forth,

suspended in the air that demanded it forward,

falling and falling

until finally,

with its lips barely touching the ground,

it closed its eyes for the end.

This was the story of us.


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©️ Wanly Chen ©️ thewriterscigarette 2021

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