Yellow leaves
Like autumn dreams
In wind,
Neglected.
On crossroads
Shadows,
Startled,
Of them who departs.
In heart
Thoughts hanging,
Burdened.
Doors shut behind.
Spreading voices.
Words against each
Dash and die,
Again.

Then,
At the ceasing moment,
For a while close,
A touch on forehead,
A kiss,
From eyes
A drop of love.