One late November afternoon
Sitting on the rusty bench
In the solitary corner of the park
My soul drifted
Into memories
Absorbing me in contemplation

I marveled
How love relinquishes with an end of a relationship?
How the damaged ego vows not to love again?

Lost in the reverie
That very moment
A dead, brown leaf fell into my lap
I lifted it bemused
Nature answered me in its own solemn way

Everything evolves like a leaf; that goes from green to brown
The end of one thing is the beginning of another

Love evolves, feelings may alter
But love neither ceases nor expires
Along the journey just faces change