Fall leaves.

Fall and plummet to your deaths. Meet me in purgatory. It’s what humans so foolishly call life.

I’ve been there once or twice, but narrowly escaped it’s claws, as school tried to keep me friendly to its cause. It was not mine

Fall leaves keep me waiting for falling snowflakes, I seek company and strangers imply that that is what it will take.

Their eyes say it all. A leaf moves with the wind. You stay here with us in an eternal purgatory.

The snow will melt. Please don’t leave me my frosty friend, I gave a carrot for your nose in hopes to ease the loneliness and am now without food.

Don’t fear they say, the depression will flee, it’s spring and what wonders can a new year not bring.

It rubs in the insult. I’m still in purgatory and the seasons move on, they pass without notice to my apparition.

I am in purgatory, I’m not in purgatory, I cannot be in here, I give you the shovel to let your hands dig my grave, I’m already dead enough, so please just bury what is left of me.