memories crumble
like dried flower leaves
and i crumble with them
this is the regretful part
of leaping from the nest
leaving behind a town
that carries my words
in its wind
always bringing them back to you
when you need them most
a town that has hidden gems
some you're familiar with
and others i'll never discover
i'm leaving behind people
who fit in with the smoke
and watching other ones
run faster into the distance
scars on their heels
i imagine them blooming
burts of colour and petals
once they hit the sunlight
i see only cherry blossoms
in their wake
and the end of the summer air
ushering the autumn breeze in
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