Inevitable Goodbyes

The dark path had eyes
for inevitable goodbyes.
Glossy fog haunted wet with rain.
Corpses of abandoned leaves
still struggle to proclaim.
Stark naked trees strangely look profound.
As they hover void of sound.
Does the unloved heart also start to decay?
With the evolution of autumn's death chilled days.
The foliage of memories that hung from my veins
succumb to their ghostly choreographed fall.
My soul an ancient burial ground for now sour days
that came before.
The best of days and those that drip with existential gore.
Plagued to know there is more.......