A crisp cool autumn breeze
scatters the dried orange burst and
sunset red colored leaves
bringing to me the scent of your cologne
and along with it,
the memory of the sweet taste of
your apple tongue and
soft rose lips,
bringing back to life
the map you outlined on my
face and back
with your warm engulfing and
sensitive hands.
My chest suddenly misses
the sturdy and proud outline of
your smooth back
the most during rainy gray days,
when we'd inhale our steaming mugs
of minty green tea 
and you'd allow me to sneak under
your sweater
and snuggle up against your neck
as we traced the teardrops of rain
trailing down the kitchen window.
My aching legs miss being
tangled in their home around your waist
the most during wintry howling
frost nights,
when we'd hold each other so tight
that I'd look up for air
to see flames dancing in the
fresh pale snow,
as you'd caress and kiss away
the salty yet bitter sadness on my stomach
and melt me into a spring day's
blossoming flower goddess shimmering
on the wine carpet.
Most of all today,
standing alone on the edge
of my barren and wilted garden
I miss most being able to swim
in your hazel ringed eyes
and drown in the emerald green sea of
your thoughts,
as your lips moved to outline
the once very real life
of our love.