Ephemeral

(Ephemeral)

I’ve left everything up to you.

You twist me until I bend

Like that birch tree outside,

With its bark stripping away with each burst of wind

And?

And just when I think I’ll break,

You smooth me out until I am limber;

Ready for round two or three, or maybe even four—

But this time,

I can’t snap back like I used to.

My leaves don’t bloom like they used to;

There’s no yellow or orange to brighten us up,

Only

Brown.

And?

And,

No one knows;

You’re the reason my leaves fall off,

The cold wind just blows them away.