Table Top Leaves

It’s funny how the legs on the table have turned in on themselves

You’re the top

And you’re pushing down on the old dented me
But while you were gone, I attempted to prop my heart up with the smell of used books

And the twigs of an old tree branch
You came back and left faster than the wind was able to whisper to the leaves that I’m okay without you

And it was as though they accidentally fell into your ego and sprouted cherry blossoms

Into your head

Instead of mine

And that’s how you knew

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