Here I am, kicking up the fallen leaves

From every tree the wind disarms, and I am wishing

That it might blow you from your pedestal,

And carry you into my arms.

And I've been saving all your letters;

Like you, they're beautiful but hard to read,

And there are so many words, but you can't tell me

Who you want, and what you need.

Some lesson go unlearnt:

Why'd you say sorry if you weren't?

You can't just land on my branch, and then suddenly take flight!

No one wants an apple after someone's had a bite.

And you insist on making bee-lines for the stickiest of hives,

Then leave for finer weather, soon as winter arrives.

Sometimes I dream of you so vividly...

I draw your outlines, and the colours that fill your eyes

- brimming -

And I wish your actions were as beautiful,

And you gave my questions some replies.

Though I'm a little black and blue,

I can live without you.

You can't just land on my branch, and then suddenly take flight!

No one wants an apple after someone's had a bite.

And you insist on making bee-lines for the stickiest of hives,

Then leave for finer weather, soon as winter arrives.

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You can't just land on my branch, and then suddenly take flight!

No one wants an apple after someone's had a bite.

And you insist on making bee-lines for the stickiest of hives,

Then leave for finer weather, soon as winter arrives.

Here I am, kicking up the fallen leaves

From every tree the wind disarms, and I am wishing

That it might blow you from your pedestal,

And carry you into my arms.

Bee-Lines