late fall (a poem)

late fall

late fall: as the leaves fell, so did my sense of self worth

day by day i lost little pieces of me

the colors changed, and so did my perception of the world

i kept looking back, trying to make sense of how i got so lost

but spring came

and it took me four months to realize

it was not my fault

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