Through the night
the apples
outside my window
one by one let go
their branches and
drop to the lawn.
I can’t see, but hear
the stem-snap, the plummet
through leaves, then
the final thump against the ground.
Sometimes two
at once, or one
right after another.
During long moments of silence
I wait
and wonder about the bruised bodies,
the terror of diving through air, and
think I’ll go tomorrow
to find the newly fallen, but they
all look alike lying there
dewsoaked, disappearing before me.
They all fall
One by one into a deep abyss.
Just like I did for her.
YOU ARE READING
About Her...
RandomWhen people say I talk too much. I transfer my thoughts onto pages. Well in this case, an orange app.
