Her Autumn
She painted her nails black as she prepares for her death, and wore her favorite black dress. She combed her short hair one last time and put on her favorite perfume. She watched herself in the mirror as she forces a smile into her lips. This will be the last time, she had told herself and everything will be okay. She left her bed unkempt, and windows wide open. She closed the door behind and headed downstairs to meet her mourners. They took her hand, but they didn't see the look on her eyes. She had whispered goodbye, but they only bid her farewell as if she will return. In her lips was the word sorry that she would never utter again. For the day when the leaves fall on the ground, was the day that she had left this world.