Please tell me your tale of woe,
On this bright and sunny day,
Of how you came to lie,
On the shoulder of the highway.
You lie there, as cars zip past,
As quickly, as if to fly,
With dust, a swirl, as they pass.
Did somebody, cast you out,
As not quite fit to wear,
Or if you were about,
To be thrown, into the air?

Dancing in the dark
alone in my room,
readying myself,
for the coming gloom
of losing just you
for that may doom
me to a life alone
like a silenced tomb.

The saddest thing, I know today,
Is watching you slowly slip away.
I pray for you, night and day,
Asking for you to please stay
With me and not go away.

The leaves keep falling to the ground,
Floating so gently, without sound.
Reds, yellows and some shades of brown,
Creating a carpet, covering grass all around.