The Withered Leaf

I just stood there looking at the withered leaf.

A scornful smile...

"We're not so different, you and I," whispered the leaf.

A sardonic laugh....

"Rotting away with no life left within us...Only you remain a walking corpse....I....I don't suffer much."

"What do you mean?" I demanded.

The leaf smiled and said, "I don't have a heart...therefore nothing can eat away at it, nothing can hurt me."

I made no reply. 

"I do however wonder what it would be like to have one..."mused the leaf.

"You would be able to love, and be loved," I answered without much thought.

"Oh," the leaf said softly, "But is it worth it?"

But before I could answer, the wind came and blew it away.