Autumn leaves fall on a crisp August evening, old summer sunsets blanket the ground like a warm audible wave, lights rays reach out to the touch as a mellow soft scent of her perfume dances around my face.

Her sweet eyes look up with grace as her body moves vicariously with the pace of our bodies in motion.

Only a semblance of a notion that she is mine in this very moment, she speaks to me with a sweet connotation mixed in with forced annunciation, a hint of an apology to reconcile her accent which she thinks is all but charming.

We move together with perfect symmetry as if our bodies confirmed the idea of co-dependency, complete entirety of a simulation of true emotional empathy.

Summer sunsets come and go, autumn leaves decompose into the ground and the once barren branches gain new companions for another season onto next,
Though we may forget the feeling of each other’s skin, and the warmth that would accompany it, I know I will remember the autumn leaves in August.

Her touch will always stain my skin, and although our time together has come to an end. I enjoy the idea of a future within a future that holds a possibility of her in it. I’ll see you there, wherever this life may take us, someday I will see you there.