October the First

[the man with the spoon]

Just some scribblings I'd like to get thoughts on- thanks for reading 


October the First

I long for that longing. 
The night’s coldness creeps into me,
The farthest reaches of my body,
And I wish I had someone to wish for.
 
Someone to ache for.
Someone to bring back the warmth in my fingertips,
Toes,
The tip of my nose.

The lack of hurting hurts,
Despising the emptiness of my bed
Would at least mean it was once full.
The lack of a feeling makes me feel more.

It makes the fall leaves fall harder. 
Like the world collapses-
Or at least a world collapses-
As each one tumbles down.

It’s final destination is 
Simply the crunch of a step 
On the way to 
Wherever you are going.

But if I am the leaf,
No shoe has cared enough to notice me,
To come across me,
Even to step on me. 

I may be shrivelled and soggy
Before anyone
Even has a chance 
To make me crunch.

What I know is,
I can not walk in straight lines unless someone is there
To hold my hand. 
And there is no one.

This poem brings a story that many poems i read don't bring, its quite interesting, however at the end of the poem i got a little bit lost. i couldnt follow the story any more. i dont understand how walking on a leaf and crunching it could be seen as love for one. I thought you were gonna go somewhere like leaves falling from a tree and how "a tree once full of leaves and life, now stands leaveless in a autumn night". overall very enjoyable to read, i just got a little bit confused at the end