She left me
Like the last leaf
On a dormant tree
Plucked off by
A randy wind
Whose promises
Blew away
Just as easily
She left behind
Random hairs
A favoured lipstick
And a faint scent
Framed memories
Of her and I
Wrapped in vestiges
Of finicky love
A phone call
Late in the evening
On a distorted line
She chats idly
I wait for her
To ask for help
But she can’t
So she hangs up
The wind blows
She’s at my door
Crying shallow tears
But she knows
I will let her in
I won’t ignore her
She knows
I can’t help it
We stumble
Against each other
Far too often
To easily let go
Once and for all
She will go again
And I will wait
Such is this love’s fate