Ditto
I heard you and I wish I’d said ditto.So often, hopeless leaves fell from your tree.Your rustling heart paved Autumn, ditto.I held your outstretched branches far from me. To the night sky, to the starlight, ditto.And to the breeze, to the wind, and the rain.Whispers in silence cry loudest, ditto.Longing to hear your sweet voice…
