The leaves whisper to each other, throughout the windy day.

The clouds glide past, like whales, drifting in the expanse.

I walk alone, on this lonely path, the wind blows the leaves from the trees, to spin before me, before being scattered, in the autumn breeze.

The light falls down, from the pale sun, to fall around me, to light the day.

I walk, and remember.

I remember her face, smiling.

I remember her voice, the reassuring words, whispering in my ear, to drive away my tortured thoughts, and give me rest.

She's gone now.

Left without saying goodbye.

Why did she go?

I am walking, alone, tears fall from my shadowed eyes, to drip down, and fall to the sunlit ground.

They say its time to go.

To leave her.

To move on.

I can't.

She holds a part of me still, even in death.

I can't leave her.

She's with me still, I hold her tight, in the dusty halls of memory, I cannot forget.

Leave me.

I can't,....

I....won't,....

Leave me.

She's here.

She's with me.

Leave, for I shall stay.