Inside A Girl's Mind

The Falling Leaves

You looked up at the trees, watching

the falling leaves and admiring

the way they fell.

Twisting and dancing through the air,

auburn and crimson and gold,

twirling to the ground.

You caught one in your hand, and you

turned to me with a goofy grin:

"For you, mama."

Your smile faded when the gun fired

and you saw the blood on my chest.

You were silent.

I took your hand and spoke softly

as you watched me take my last breath:

"You have to run."

You didn't understand, you stayed

by my side and waited for me

to wake up.

But I never did.

The leaves fell, and you

watched me fall with them.