Sometimes
I’m a fragile autumn leaf
Blowing through your city
And crumbling at your door.
Theirs is nothing
I can do anymore
To change who I am
Or to alter how I feel,
To disguise my face
Or conceal my tears.
I’ve only lived
To write a few poems
And to walk the streets
That witnessed our love.
When these limited days
Have vanished
Like a waking dream,
My sad voice
Will still be heard.
I hope you listen.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hope-you-listen/
