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
your touch.

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.