Paper Leaves

The maple trees are burning slow. By the corner store, I let you go. Your name still lives in the folds of my Coat. Like a matchbook note I never wrote. I found your letter by the sink. Blue ink faded, but I still think. About your hand and the way it shook. When you sealed that page and slipped that look. Now the night comes on like rain. And I read your words again. Every line says stay. Every mile says wait. Paper leaves, paper leaves. Drift between you and me. Paper leaves, paper leaves. But your heart still calls to me. Hold me close, don’t let it fade. Through the miles, through the haze. Paper leaves, paper leaves. Still fall for you and me. The porch light hums on low and gold. I keep your postcard from the cold. There’s a café stamp, a bent-up crease. And your little laugh between the lines of peace. Now the night comes on like rain. And I read your words again. Every line says stay. Every mile says wait. Paper leaves, paper leaves. Drift between you and me. Paper leaves, paper leaves. But your heart still calls to me. Hold me close, don’t let it fade. Through the miles, through the haze. Paper leaves, paper leaves. Still fall for you and me. If I could fold the dark in two. I’d send a little light to you. One more page, one more chance. One more slow, impossible dance. Paper leaves, paper leaves. Drift between you and me. Paper leaves, paper But your heart still calls to Me. Hold me close, don’t let it fade. Through the miles, through the haze. Paper leaves, paper leaves. Still fall For you and me.