more harsh than before like the bitter wind.
let me paint you this picture,
with the colors from my heart,
and every lost hope,
laying somewhere in the gravel road.
summer faded its way finally into fall.
and i got caught up in it all.
the leaves were the warmth,
like your favorite red shirt.
as you sat me down in my car,
and fed me lies.
coffee soothed me, more than you ever could.
i want to believe you,
i want to feel what was there,
on those summer days.
but its too late.
the package marked this side up, carried my heart,
the one you kicked out of your car,
the one that landed on the curb,
and waited in the rain.
you returned occasionally,
looking down at its familiar brown wrapping,
trying to find the memory,
of why it still laid in the street.
yet you didnt pick it up.
revelry caught the corners of your eyes,
as something new glittered
on the other side of the world, you boarded a plane,
and left the box, you once kept with you always.
right under the flap,was a note,sealed with a piece of twine,
and lightly scribbled it said,
"for you, i am fragile,
do your best to not break me"
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