Falling
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