I close my eyes and hear leaves rustling;
The wind blowing through dried trees.
Rememberance of an Autumn that once was,
When you possessed empathy and compassion;
Before you became consumed by hate and anger…
The melodic voice once whispered in my ears;
Is replaced by indignance and harsh words,
Perceived by you as the honest, brutal truth.
Now only others see the side that I once saw;
What was Aeons ago in the seemingly distant past.
Yet still prettier than ever on this Autumn day…
Envy for those others rears its ugly head.