Leaves

Her hand clasped onto mine, we walk down a lane all

to

familiar to our lives.

Years pass on and lane that was our boulevard of

dreams...

Which turned into a boulevard of broken dreams. 

We spent that precious little time we had on that

lane ,

her head on my shoulder, not a worry in our minds.

Praying and hoping that the world just stops

so we could stare into each other's eyes


The perfect little love story of a boy and a girl which

lasted a year

Years pass on and the lane feels empty...

Empty of emotion of, love of, magic , of life . 

All that's left are the leaves that blow on by like they

used to .