As the wind blows harshly,

I whisper to the dandelion,


Trying so hard, desperately,

To count the wishes blown



As the oranges, yellows, reds,

Fall from the branches, I beg


Trying to gather the season,

In my foggy breath of the



The words that escape

All too quickly as I try to


Our time, your eyes, your touch,

Your smile, all gone like a



The dandelion, the leaves, you

All I would crave forever was


I couldn’t hold on, so I hoped

These fleeting memories

Held onto Me.


photo: dreamstime.com

post in response to prompt of the week: temporary

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