Autumn was never really the same when you left.
True, the leaves still fell,
desperately clinging to whatever life they had left,
as I did for you.
But they did not glow
with the usual red and golds,
as they once did.
The brisk winds
heralding the arrival of winter
cut me a little deeper,
their chill reaching deep
into my bones.
I pulled my sweater tighter
its once exuberant warmth
now long faded
in the absence
of you.
The familiar crunch of the sugar maple leaves
beneath my boots sounded so alien,
harsh, even,
and as I turned to face the falling sun,
it’s pallid rays failing to illuminate my heart,
I knew that this
would be another long winter
without you.


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