leave

The sun was setting

when we started telling ourselves the prophecy.

It had been following us all day

and the time was set

and we didn't know what else could be said.

We were looking at the leaves change colour

in the backyard

and my friend moved to another country

and I changed my wardrobe 

while we were trying to agree.

Autumn was suddenly here.

Everything had been lost so slowly

that we forgot what we used to have. 

Our trip was near, 

and I braced myself.

I felt as if I was leaving too,

falling from the tree, 

fading into the street.