The green leaves of yesterday, are today fallen. Is it simply a natural hazard, or the contagious saddness of the world? None shall know. All is known is that my leaf-shaped heart is preparing to fall a little more, each time you step further. You leave, not a single word said, not a single look given, not even a corner of your sweet lips risen. You keep stepping, walking away, not seeing what you left behind: a guilty soul and mind, dying with regret; and a heart, a bright heart of yesterday, today fallen, shattered, crumpled, gone.