It was one of those
fall days where
leaves poured off trees
and onto our heads
even though there was
no wind. The sun
was baking the leaves
to the crispness of
brown and gold

And we were best friends.
we strolled in amiable
silence like we always would,
take a picture,
walk some more.
We reached a *****,
took it with ease,
agreeing to climb to the
top together to
grasp hands and lock
fingers to make the
climb a little easier.

We got to the top.
you asked me a question
I could not answer
I had no way to know
or the right to respond,
like the leaves had no right
to stay on the trees that day.
You had to turn to
hide tears I didn't think
I could bring.
Dropped my hand
and walked away.