Fall

And again she fell.
Hitting the ground twice, she lost her breath.
And  the grass was a mattress, the leaves a pillow, and there she was.
Back at it all again, her mood changing with the colors of fall.
Even as the green trees had turned yellow and the flowers turned brown, her smile still poisoned her face.
Sickened at the thought of letting go, as the leaves left the trees, her spirit fell.
But her mouth turned up, her eyes a sad grey.
And even if he hugged her again, she would still feel chilly and lost.
As if home was a person, not a place. 
The scalp of the earth itched beneath her body.
She pulled her self up...
Dusted off the dirt and the dead greens...
And there she was again, stranded...
But yet, she didn't call for help.