Autumn

Mary Edeza De Leon

October 11, 2010

Leaving now, living then

We knew somehow

this will come to an end.

With or without

we're no longer

enveloped with doubt

like a child anchored

into its mother's arm.

Time will come

that I might regret

letting you off the net.

All I know is that

I'll remember you to bits.

How you shy away

when I catch your eyes.

How irritated you were

whenever someone tries

to steal me away.

How every stare

sends me to an elevated state...

I might regret

letting you off the net

but I'll never forget

every touch, every kiss

how its all rooted

as if it was created,

carved and fitted

to my very soul.

Untouched.

Unified.

Whole.