Falling Fall Leaves

Another secret embeded within my heart;
The pain that will never completely fade away.
I stand up tall at the window
And watch the trees sway.
It's Fall, you see,
So the trees are shedding their leaves.
Each colorful, distinct leaf is a secret,
And the trees share them so easily
With the breeze.
How simple life would be,
If I could accomplish that.
But in the mist of all of my pain,
I feel comfortable as well.
It would be alien if I let my leaves go.
So, reluctant to let go,
I step back from the window,
And I live another comfortably, painful day.