You leave me hanging on
Waiting for a word of commitment,
Not to be found,
But encouraged by your smile
And flattering words I am still here.
You leave me in a limbo
Between emotional life and death
Feelings once blossoming
Subdued and dying back
With each Autumn day.
Caught by the power of your scent
And the addictive intimacy
Of your touch, I was blinded by
Your words of love: a sham.
Now I am held here,
Dangling from your branch
As a dead leaf which turns from green
To brown, until it flutters lifeless
To the ground of your winter.
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