alone

a grape full of sugar that breaks away from the bunch
a ripe fruit that falls from the tree
a dewdrop slipping from a leaf and vanishing into the air
a small swallow that leaves the nest and tries to fly
away

so goes the world, the cycle of life and seasons
the right time to go always arrives at the intersection with fate,


since the real sin 
  it is not to find yourself alone

but to leave someone alone
at the wrong timeunder this gray suburban sky 

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2015/06/soli.html