The Leaving
Smooth,
yet flawed.
Tiny tears upon a mesmerizing palette;
like miniature beads
sewn together by an experienced hand
caressing its surface
the perfection unreal.
Yet time goes on
aging perfection.
Pushing the breaking point
guiding the cracks
between inseparable friends.
Heeding.
Until
only disaster awaits.
Colours fade from green to gold
as the staunch winter beckons,
its icy grip
intent on separating what was once combined
simply to create
some semiprecious whole.
As calmly as if everyday
one pines for forgiveness.
Intelligence in its simplicity;
I wait as we part,
drifting away like friends overseas.
The starchy, crisp leaf,
leaving its tree.
Copyright © Teagan Taylor | Year Posted 2018
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