Golden Lucky Leaves

Remember when i ran In circles, head tilted up, Under the golden trees? I tried to catch the Falling leaves as they Sailed lazily downward. The ones i grabbed In my soft, small hands Became my lucky leaves. Then I'd hold them tight, Yet still careful not to crush, So the jealous wind wouldn't steal them away. I brought them proudly Home with me To press them in my favorite book. They would last forever, At least that's what you said. But you were wrong. Because now my favorite book With my golden lucky leaves Is lying by your blood-drained head. With shaking hands i reach out To read your beautifully scripted note That's poking up above the cover. "My baby--" It read, "Take your Lucky Leaves, Once-upon-a-times, And Happily-Ever-Afters. Keep your dreams alive." The tears slipped off and onto Your ash-white face, But not as a final goodbye. I took the lucky leaves Into my soft, big hands One by one. They were perfectly flat, But not moist anymore; a fragile pile in my hands. And then i trapped them, Wrapping my fingers around, Closing my hands into fists. I sprinkled all my Golden Lucky Leaves Onto and around you. I left my tears Resting on your cheeks, So we could weep together. Now I'm walking away With my favorite book Of Fairy Tales, Of Once-Upon-A-Times, Of Happily-Ever-Afters, And pieces of a broken dream. All the while pondering How to form our Once-Upon-A-Time Of Golden Lucky Leaves Into a miraculous Happily-Ever-After.