june

so there has been a face change
'ah worry not, it's just a phase' i hear them say
what gently falls down from the tree is not just a leaf
well-worn faces, faces, faces they fall
it's june, like it was the year before and the year before that
it could have been may it could have been november
it just happens to be june
it's not just now, almost always - out of tune
pieces of broken faces lie scattered there
below the tree
they still say 'ah worry not, it's only a phase'
his face too, her face too, falls slowly, from the tree