Crunching of crisp leaves beneath my feet,
Chilly breezes in this autumn air,
Arms criss-crossed to where arm and side meet,
An invisible force rustling my brown hair,

I think of those hazel eyes;
Flecks of the purest gold,
Shining like little stars or fireflies,
A harsh wind arrives before these thoughts can unfold,

Does this cold affect you too?
For me, it is a reminder of you.
A reminder of you.
Of you.