An Autumn Visit Pt. 2

The setting stands strong in my minds eye.

The air is crisp,
nothing is still.
The sun’s phases bring such change,
and as she moves into the pillar’s shade
tears well up.

She had been strong till 8:00 am,
awaking to the rise,
but the sun reminds her that he’s not here,
leaving only the empty cans and the bowls of tin
to echo his intoxicating touch.

I remember when things were different
When she would blush not knowing where to gaze,
and the way she peeled herself from his convertible.
That’s all gone now along with the waves and the stars we-
                                                          I’m sorry

Never mind
It’s not my place.
It never was.

I watched her change
and his smile turn to worry.
If only she could remember
to balance her desires.
She uses the stoppers to block what can’t be drained.
She tasted the fruit and tried to savor it
attempting to memorize each taste that touched her tongue.

“So what of her now?” you’ll ask me tomorrow.
I’ll tell you the same ‘till I forget.
For I remember when I was her, lost in perfection
In the air that was so crisp and the nothing that vibrated
with that which was forever still.