Response to SPN Drabble prompt Autumn on Live Journal.
I used to love Autumn.
Crisp air that bit cheeks apple red,
leaves that fell and stuck in your hair,
legs entwined beneath blankets.
Now I hate it,
the nights are getting longer,
and there is longing in my heart.
When I pull my coat tight around me
to keep out the wind,
I imagine your arms wrapped around me,
and wonder how I can live without
Wonder how I can breathe,
now that you are gone,
like a rib from my side.
Time is moving on,
Autumn's golds and reds,
seem almost ashen.
I miss you.