Leaves Tonight

i tried really hard. i made you warm things and listened well to the way the light moves. gave you things in accordance to that law. wrote in script, cut words out, then glued my saliva onto backsides of leaves. captured sweet smells in little jars and took them to you when you were sad. . . . . . what more could i have done, if we couldn't make sense of each other... linearly, reading a book from left to right... waiting patiently for each day's routines to pass... watching your face glow then sink deeply underground when we couldn't understand the simplest things.......