Preservation

A Poem

Sana Rose
Sana Rose
Feb 27, 2020 · 1 min read
Photo by Roman Kraft on Unsplash

When it is time for me
to be an autumnal leaf,
to quiver and wrinkle,
to yellow and grey,
to tell stories and remember,
I will see your face,
your eyes, but speak
nothing of your presence.