In the gold light of autumn, I thought of you. Wondered if you found the scarlet maples shedding to be as beautiful as I did. Wondered if you thought the piles of leaves so inviting.
I wondered too, if you thought of me. If you imagined I were out walking beneath the falling leaves somewhere and questioned whether or not I missed you.
The truth is I miss you terribly. Although we only met in a dream, once, long ago; I recall that you smelled of light and the sweet scent of earth at the beginning of monsoon season. Yet, I don’t remember your face. Your touch. The taste of you. I don’t remember the sound of your voice, and that, more than anything leaves me hollowed.
And then I wonder yet more, if you even remember that dream. If you had it too. If you remember me more clearly than I remember you. Then for the thousandth, millionth time – I think, “Just let it go.”
As I walk out of the park, I’m saddened, because were you here with me, I believe you would truly love the beauty of the maples, shedding a rain of crimson leaves and we would think how finally, it wasn’t another autumn passing by without one another.
