The Altruist

It reminded me of falling leaves. Every autumn the leaves fall from the trees. Some stay longer than others, but eventually - Each leaf must fall, I'm told, leaving the tree alone to face the cold. Why is it that in the time of utmost need the leaves would seek to leave the tree? And when we need our friends around us, we look and they cannot be found? Of course these friendships come and go and in the spring new leaves will grow. But I prefer autumn friends of old with crackling laughter and colors bold. It saddens me now I must admit how somehow, someway, I did forget laughing with old friends of mine during summers when the sun would shine. And then I thought of you. That one stubborn leaf that won't let go. That clings despite the winds that blow. Fighting ice, and snow, and winter's stings hanging on right through till spring. So I guess that's what you are to me - The very last leaf to leave the tree. I know it seems silly, but it's true. When I see that last ...