A leaf

A leaf on the street.

Nobody knows where from, but it is there.
The cars are running across it like it doesn't exist.
It's laying there cripply, it won't wave anymore, nobody will listen the memories of the summer that it keeps within. It dries slowly, but it keeps the heat of the summer. It keeps the spring when its tree was getting green. It keeps the summer nights when so many people walked under the tree. Some were sad, and alone, some were happy with full of plans, some just crooned.
It saw all of them.
And now it's just laying on the street, like a thought that doesn't worth to thinking of. A held back breath, that will never be outblown.
The memories of a year.
Nobody set eyes on it, only who are on the bus, and looking down in the dark through the window.
Just laying there, and waiting for the end of everything...