Day 1: Dear Charles

I miss the crisp autumn mornings

we spent together

in silence,


as the sun’s rays danced

on my flushed cheeks.

I was hopeful then–

the horizon stretched on endlessly

and I was unafraid to dream.

You carried my secrets

and my sorrows,


kissing away my many tears.

Even if we could,

would we return to that time?

But the winter has come

and gone.

And we are not the same.

One fine fall afternoon,

you will find a lonely ambler

who will have need of your consolation

(as I once did)

and she will not leave your side.

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