We try to make new memories
With old stories
Like moving the antenna
On a television
Of static
To never find
The right channel
A collection of us
Combined
Lost behind
A padlock and door
Abandoned for strangers
To rummage through
As though it never
Existed
I lose myself in the sadness
The dead trees
The year without you
It's amazing
How I can shed it all
Like autumn leaves
To grow stronger
Inside
Through the winter
And come back
With a fierce green
To awaken
All that I thought
Could have never
Been.
~Amber Comber
