Yearning

I yearn for fallen leaves
Withering in the passing seasons,
Sunsets numerous seen
Never forgotten, but can never be redone.

We all say goodbye. All things are bound to end as is life that ends in death, so are relationships we forster like trees that sprout and in en end wither and die with the passing time. Life is also like illusions that tempt the soul but in the end either lead to dead of the one exposed or to the caster who cannot sustain it,