Autumn

I once believed at least 

a few things in life mattered

the list dwindling as the years 

melted away like winter’s snow 

in the warm spring sunshine

or like dead leaves dropping 

from the trees in the fall 

until all their branches are bare

I am now convinced nothing  

is of any consequence in the end

Maybe someday many years

in the future when you find yourself 

forgotten and forlorn you’ll wonder

for a moment what happened to me 

if I ever found what I was 

so desperately searching for

If that scenario comes to be

the answer is no