Why are those

The ones we love

Not accepting?

Shutting doors

Leaving us

Cold

Like a fall leaf

Reaching

For the ground

Unloved

Its mother branches, once welcoming with open arms

Now shoving it into the ice ground

Leaving it to finish its last waking moments

Alone

Poor little leaf

All alone, shunned, like the hearts of those

Who try so hard

To love, and be loved

Only to find

That we are the forgotten

Finding our own cold hard ground

To embed ourselves into

Our hearts

No longer fluttering

Our breath

Gone