Ridding of the Unrequited

The color of Autumn leaves,
radiant in all their glory.
Remind of each past fall,
remind of that one story.

The one about a woman,
who was killed by a man.
She was truly in love,
and so she simply ran.

She ran to a place,
where love could disappear.
For Unrequited was its name,
and it had one only fear.

Death.