Falling

This can’t be different

The fall that was and the fall that is

You’re not here anymore so it all changes

The leaves don’t fall the same, not to me at least

Every leaf that falls to the ground may have a soft landing but

If that leaf is me then I’m falling down hard.

The leaves don’t change colors

Not in my eyes because I only see dark

Day are supposed to be getting shorter

But they’re feeling longer than ever

Nights remain the same

So when will it get better