Sepia

Leaves drift around the spot

we used to meet

laugh argue fight reconcile

no distances separated us

or so I thought

Now

ages later

or is it days

in the stillness of autumn

blossoms turn sepia

I gather a fistful of dry leaves

and crush them

Why possess my soul

if we were to be strangers again

Why meet

only to go away 

Your smile was just a smile

for you

for me 

it was a million promises