I hung my head out of my window on that solitary Friday night
the fresh
brisk air spread the memories
of teenage-hood before me
in the shape of leaves on the huge tree in my backyard.
Some more bright than others
more favorably colored
some take to the wind
some cling on for dear life
some hit the ground with unfathomable strength or disappear completely.
Nostalgia filled my nostrils and
overtook my brain and I felt a
melancholy sadness for the future
momentary ponders of the past I once called now.