I Walk Alone

I'm departing my door,
The clock reads three-o'-seven.
I watch my neighbors entertain themselves in the leaves,
and the grey lady raking her lawn.
I kick a sandy-colored leaf;
it crumbles at impact.
The naked trees shake their fists at me in the playful breeze.
My heart is aching as a single tear falls.
Outside it's frigid and gloomy.
I dry my face,
the tear droplet nearly turned to frost.
I could stroll alone until the moonlit nightfall comes along,
for the fear I will dream of him,
dream of my heartbreak,
and the fate I suddenly misplaced.
That chance to still me his,
the chance,
like the golden, crispy leaves,
it's not there for long.
And at the moment
the time has come
for me to go home,
the streetlights have slowly flickered on.
And yet,
I walk alone.