serendipity

i should be leaving

but instead, i’m still here

holding on to the last falling leaf

winter is coming

has it already been a season

since we last said goodbye?

we both knew from the day

we met that we were not

meant to be together

and yet, we took that chance

hoping we could fight against

all the warning signs,

all the wrong butterflies

all the wine-coloured flags

was it pretty to you too?

to love a tragedy

and lose a possibility

of pure serendipity.

t.l.