Can you feel me?

Under the leaves that have freshly fallen,

under the browned, softer ones

and under the mulch and humus debris beneath them,

lies my soul.

Chest to chest with the earth.

It’s the press of a lover.

Of longing.

Of anguish and a heart’s desperation.

A place where pride has long gone.

Are you there?

Can you feel me?

Across the improbable,

your steps echo through the ground

a distant staccato as they walk unaware through their daily tasks.

I lay here in the undergrowth straining for every sound,

every whisper that speaks to me of you.

It is an elixir, a blade, an addiction,

it is never enough

and it is all I have left.

Elsa Holland

Image Dascha Friedlová