I see the leaves
flutter
as my hand shivers
holding on
to the
half finished
tree
embroidered
on a towel.
You seem
to hang
on the branch
like a bat
whom everyone
including myself
want to understand.
It's a habit
or a compulsion
I don't know
but
the leaves crumble
as I fold the towel
hoping
you would fall
on my lap
or fly away.