The rustling sound of leaves

tell me

that you’re here

with me,

that you have been walking

with me,

In a parallel timeline

On the parallel paths.

But I can’t touch

you;

You’ve been so far

Twinking beside the evening star

But I can feel your presence around me;

I hear your footsteps in the fallen leaves.

I know,

You’re here

with me,

always.

(This post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026)

(This poem is part of my A to Z poetry series titled, ‘EarthSong.’ Read the other poems here.)