The cool air
ushers in
the first instances
of the approaching
season.
And yet
I only shudder
at the thought
of you.

As I walk
amongst
the leaves
a gust of wind,
intuition,
brings the stain
of your memory
to my mind.

Perhaps
it was just
your ghost
I felt
move through me
like electricity
only to exit
as quickly
as you first
appeared.

And yet
it still
remained
a painful
reminder
of the way
in which
you broke
me.