Crunchy leaves
brown, orange, yellow
Under my feet.
I
try to step lightly
But
It is no use.
The bench is empty,
Waiting for my company.
The swing set too
Swings so lonely.
Rusty bolts add color to the gray.
The schoolchildren
Are tending to books
Now.
I am trying to count the clouds
But
They join into one and block the sun.
Summer;
Summer
Ran away.
She knows he is out there
Somewhere,
So
She keeps breathing.
Sitting on a park bench,
Umbrella in her lap.
Rain pouring down,
But she doesn’t care.
Hair soaking wet.
Raindrops on her lips.
Still she doesn’t care.
She keeps breathing.
The rain is falling down
And none of it matters.
She knows
He is out there somewhere.
She is not drowning yet.
She’s still breathing.
Chole Into Diamonds 