And blew the leaves all through the streets
I wondered how far leaves
Could really fly

Would they rest in suburb yards?
Or make it to the city?
Or would they end up in the river
Just to float away?

She pointed to a small brick house
And said it was where she grew up
She asked if we could stop for a while

Her hair was still just getting wet
The water running down her neck
Collecting in the handprint in the cement
Beneath her feet

Apparently there�d been a death
Someone close had nothing left
Because she hadn�t loved him
In the end

I was her blush when I asked
If she always talked like that
She said it only happened
When she drank

And later on I felt her hand
Slipping into my cold fist
She promised me a kiss
As soon as we got home

Her costume had begun to tear
She ran ahead and turned to me
Her laughter echoed through
The empty streets