Kierston Rinehart
Extinguished
Life is…
when the autumn leaves fall from the tree,
preparing for dormant winter months.
A unique silence fills the crisp air.
The impalpable breeze flows through his skin.
This may be the last time.
His wrinkled skin mimics the leaves on the ground,
dead, old, and decomposing.
His heart breaks, much like the foliage.
His loving soul is being crushed by the season,
destined for more, he knows.
Don’t let him be forgotten
for is he leaving this world. Without notice.
Extinguished.