a poem by Eric Campbell

The falling of autumn leaves

brings back memories

I wish I never knew.

Plenty different shades and hues

but none represented the blue I felt.

Instead the embers reminded me

of how my heart would glow

when my nose encountered

a scent I know so well.

I've come to be as hollow

as the parks in December

Mass attempts to no longer wallow

in the parts I remember.

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