Feuillemort Poem by Mycho Jamil

will you hold on to me
like the evergreen leaves?
or will you let me go
like a withered leaf,
caressed by the gentle breeze
of the Autumn wind?

the sound of your voice won't leave my ears,
my body won't leave my bed,
and you won't leave my mind.
questions left unanswered—
feelings left astray,
never to bear fruit nor be forgotten.

will you look me in the eye?
or shall I turn my back behind?
I am like a writhing vine,
hanging on the edge of a cliff—
like a leaf that rots without ever falling.
is this naïveté or is it for the sake of love?

how subtle it is, this agony.