Of All Leaves Were Falling

I did not kiss him but hid a kiss in a smile
And now of all I miss I most recall those lips I should have kissed…
A usual slow and believable ending of this every day…
Leaves were falling
Leaves were falling they really were
He turned from me to the window to the mirror
He smiled some sort of smile
Then turned away and walked away
Getting slowly smaller as receding people do…
Leaves were falling they really were…
They really were