You weren’t important, just like many things in this world. You have to make yourself important, make yourself matter so that you stand out in this world so vast and full. but You failed. But You tried.

I noticed you mingled with leaves somewhere in the bucktown residential area. I don’t remember the street, my day was far too busy for that. The weather was low that week, below 70 degrees. Perhaps I was rushing to work or to get out of the cold. Either way, you did not matter in a way you wanted to. 

While I don’t remember the how, the why, the where,  I do remember the thoughts that ran through my head that day when I saw you: “How did You manage to get to adulthood surviving in such a matter?”

What provoked such a thought? I could not tell you. Perhaps you were large yet skinny, perhaps you were covered in wounds clearly pre-mortem. Im not not a doctor nor a vet, so a medical autopsy was not performed that day.