Frost on the Leaf

I am the frost on the leaf, desperately clinging to what is already gone

I am the frost on the leaf, the absence of color on the red that you have spilt for me

I am the frost on the leaf, I keep your decaying form company

I am the frost on the leaf, hiding in your shadow until you finally step away and leave me to melt under the sun of reality.

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