lonely leaves lay buried
between the longing and forgotten
fallen and faded
waiting to blow away
the bare limbs look down upon the discarded
patiently awaiting the clouded sky to break
with autumn's first fall
long, cold shadows pave the way
on the path of least resistance
as the golden light begins to fade
nipping at the nape of the naked throat
this chill shivers straight through to bone
knocking gently on the door of tomorrow
today I miss you
and by the day that follows,
you'll be nothing more than
the residue of the dream from which I awoke