That vixen! That bitch!.
She threw me out again. Again!. This was not the first, the second or even the third time(this must have been the millionth time).God!. She cast me out into the ‘wild’ where I waded amongst several.
  She was a shy and kind-hearted lady, free to the whims of the world, taking others in,  with speed,  as if she was inhaling them. But…she always returned to me. No matter what I did. She always comes back to me.
Life crawled past slowly, I felt like I was floating in indecision, slowly changing, morphing from one thing to another. I waited in trepidation. For her to call me back. So did I wait and wait…and wait. Despair slowly crushing me as I did, flattening and crushing me. Coursing through me was raw, painful, flesh wrenching fear. I wandered close to her again to hear her voice for I believed “she’s not taking me back.”
Suddenly, her calm lilting voice reached me.
“It’s over”
I broke down.
Two breaths away, a young lady dropped the phone she used to break up with her boyfriend and took a deep breath.
She let me in.
Forever returning.
Forever oxygen.



We danced.
Twirling,flipping and flowing. A myriad of colours floating by. We had broken off the group:become lone yet bonded. We danced. A high pedestal did we dance upon. Yes! to the agony of others.
As if blown by the wind,we swayed from side to side,her auburn edges-like rust-favoured steel- dazzling in the sun. My brown tips gleaming with pride; Head raised, she looked upwards,meeting my stare as if to ask a question.
“Shhh” was my hissed yet meaningful answer.
The music dwindled and the wind slowed. Gently-no-softly did we descend. My dance partner and I. A sudden sadness overcame us as our smiles faded and our edges crinkled. Silence…silence swallowed us as we drifted apart. She to land in her group and I, to land in mine.
Separated as we were, I felt life’s claws raking through me. Pain and agony did I feel:.Yes!…yes. And as I crumbled, I caught one last glance at my partner in dance. Her expression, a mirror of mine.
I let myself go.
…Somewhere, In the world of humans. A red-haired child yelled “Mum, I’m done raking the yard”. He ran forward, stomping on the autumn leaves. For autumn was the season.
And leaves we were.

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