Our separation was a bud on a tree,

tiny green hands cupped around a little thought, 

packed with the extra nutrients of anything about to be born.

Our separation is now a leaf with the colors of fire,

 Dried-out and browning, yet time-tested.

The last leaf to fall refuses to be ignored.

-LGF

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