Behold the broken hearts!
Leaves
That felt that they were unwanted
By the Trees,
Used--like so much chlorophyll.
Innocence, imminence,
Photosynthesis!
Wam, bam, thank you ma'am!

The trees say, "No!
What you don't know
Is that I had to let you go
For just this season,
But you always return
By the vernal equinox,
And I didn't know the reason, either.
Til now, I thought you didn't want me."

-jenn