The leaves are turning,
the air cools.
It's Fall.
Loving memories with friends
float through my head.
With the cold nipping
at my fingers.
I cannot think
of a better time of year.

And still...there is something...
missing.
A person,
one I'd so desperately love
to spend this season with.
We could dance
with the leaves falling around
us.
We could tell ghost stories,
by a fire as warm as our
hearts.
Oh wouldn't it be grand?

I throw my cigarette away.
The cold creeping through warms me,
as I think,
of how it would feel to hold you.
I smile at the thought.
Gentle euphoria
fills my heart.
You may not be here now,
but know this:
I'll go to bed holding you tonight,
and you'll fly through my dreams
like the leaves through the air,
my beautiful angel.