so many leaves falling,

On further reflection on the story of the prodigal son, I've written the following poem. It's still a draft really, but I hope you like it...

So many leaves falling,
I see them
As I’m waiting,
Watching,
Wishing.

I remember them falling,
I remember,
Again
And again.
They always fall this time of year.

I keep looking,
But you’ve been gone a long time.
Come home my son,
Come home.

Then,
I saw you far away
You left with everything,
Yet return with nothing.
I will come to you,
I am coming.

So many leaves falling,
You stand in the midst of them.
Waiting,
Watching,
Wishing.

I remember telling you;
'All I have is yours',
Again,
And again,
But you run from my embrace.

You are always with me,
But you’ve been gone a long time
Come home my son,
Come home.

Then,
I saw you far away.
You left with everything,
Yet believe you have nothing.
I will come to you, my son,
I am coming.
Come home,
Come home to me.
I am coming.
So many leaves falling.
Will they come back again?