how else will I know

your face says the days

but gone now.

the branches broken from a tree

left unattended

the wind whispers unrequited love

curious how it finds the ways

the heart says the days

but gone now.

never reaching the zenith

it once promised

or what it had to give  

our lives today

multiple angles  

dare we live

to reach the zenith

on a dollar  

or two cents worth

how else will you know

these are the days

but gone now.

the flowers plucked from a tree

left abandoned

the wind whispers solidarity

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's not stardust on my feet, leaves a change that's bittersweet...

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