not a strong gust
but a set of tender breezes it was
that started to shake the leaves one by one
change was in the air
nothing to prevent, nothing to prepare for
like artificial breathing and then . . . no longer
trying to catch a gasp of air along the way,
in the midst of a blindingly dense fog,
attempting to see clearly once again
that which now belonged only
to the soon-to-be-forgotten past
each left for its own path,
struggling still to stick together
for a little while more
until none was the same as before
© hülya n. yılmaz, June 21, 2019
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