Crisp fallen leaves
Painting a roiling ocean sunset on solid ground
(They never stop swirling)
A dusty trail
Of footprints imprinted in cement
(Will they ever erode?)
An empty alleyway
Packed full of memories
(Must I be reminded)
That turned away so long ago
(From me? Or from what you feared?)
An old faded book
Overflowing with pent up emotion
Emotion that wasn't intentionally triggered
(Yet was triggered nonetheless)
It wasn't that great
(At least I don't think)
But the mind's eye
Can always be deceived
(Then again, so can the heart)
Are the leaves that metaphoric?
(I'm not quite certain)
Were the footprints that dear to you?
Does that alleyway really hold so much?
(No, it's empty, remember?)
Were the eyes so devastatingly beautiful?
(I think not)
The emotion is there
(That I cannot argue)
But, looking back
(Why look back?)
It couldn't have gone much better