Under the tree we lay for hours looking
at the falling leaves go
down,
softly to the ground.
One fell close to your mouth and you shouted at it
and it flew around and
twisted,
before hitting the ground.

I Looked at you and without words spoke that the power of
voice could move mountains
away,
from the ground we stand on.
Your quick chuckle slashed at my heart and bleed me in
pain I can't explain but
linger,
around for your company.

Time heals old wounds but not all wounds can be fixed
like the wounds from
words,
they never forget.
This wound from you runs deep into my very soul
the essence of my being
scared,
forever with your mighty words.

When your gone and no one is around I still see the words
that were bound by
you,
as they dance around me.
Your words move and sway back and forth
and never end
but,
they still live on.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Khepary, in the year 116 MA.