Your Letters

Your letters
Come
To me
On leaves
Dead leaves
As they are
Called in France
I know
We have not
Full lived
Our delicate and short
Romance...

I still remember
All
As now.
Alone
Walking
Through that park.
Your Letters
On these Leaves
I know..
I feel
I wish all to restart
I touch
Them
Looking for your texts
And hide forever
In my Heart.
I Walk alone
Autumn
Nests
Get
Just abandoned
With the Time.
Time stopped
For me
I wish
I could,
I wish I get
Your invitation's hidden line
But I do know
Ohh my Dear,
My Lovely Darling
That's no chance
They let us meet
In autumn Park
For wedding Dance...
There is no chance
But I'm still coming
Ahh, Bon Chance..?