I was a leaf blowing threw the wind,

And the wind bruised me,

Hurt me,

Confused me.

The wind and I had been good friends,

But time turned a calm breeze to savage drafts.

I tried to run away,

But it swept me back up.

It asked me what it could hurt if I wasn't there.

I guess no one wasn't an option.

I flailed out to grasp something,

To reach anything.

And you reached back.

You pulled me in and examined me,

As I fell asleep in your arms.

Here was my bliss,

And here was my peace.

I must not have been worth keeping,

For after scrutinizing me,

You let me go,

And angrily shook me off as I tried to hold on.

So now I once again float along with the wind.

And I'm banged and bruised by its currents.

But looking back,

I see you grabbed another leaf.

And that hurts more.