She asked so sweetly

if summer would come back.

And I thought of you.

About how you would soon pass

and not return for another season.

*

The finality of it

so profound.

You have almost fully departed

disappearing as you breathe.

*

As the crickets quietly sing

as the leaves turn

as the season changes

and they and you fall.

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And as the past no longer exists

nor will you.

But in the present

you will always dwell in my heart.

And there I will carry the piece of you

that I knew

that was ours

through the seasons

until I too pass.

*This was originally posted on September 2, 2014.