To change
and to be afraid
of the person you don’t know
you are becoming
slowly
The apology on my lips
floats out
I am sorry…
to whom?
my old self, perhaps
My skin
becomes freckled in the summer
as the cold creeps in
they fade
smooth
and forgotten
Brown leaves
in my hair
blending in with the way it moves
down my shoulders
crackling and dry
they fall under my feet