I felt you
[ f a d i n g ]
& like an emerald leaf on the cusp of autumn; slowly at first,
then all at once.
I stood there frozen, watching you casually drift away–like a branch flowing downstream; I was inevitably powerless to stop.
Feverishly I try to hold onto the last few p i e c e s left of us that you don’t seem to want anymore.
While I struggle to remember what being wrapped inside you felt like; your chocolate eyes melting into mine, you consistently dismiss me.
& I was left –ruined– by the one person who I thought was never supposed to give up on me; masked by the hope you’d one day come back for me.
© Gina Jenkins