Haiku Between Seasons

I crumble like leaves
under the weight of your words
at the end of fall.


In light of your words
I missed all the fall colors
in favor of warmth.


The air has flavor,
sticky-sweet like candy corn
when you’re in the room.


To compare feelings,
I tried walking on eggshells,
and it wasn’t bad.

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