Cool mornings. Breezy afternoons. Cold and chilly nights. The color soaked leaves remind me of your eyes. Amber with flecks of green and gold woven throughout. Bare branches, cloudy skies and the smell of bond fires linger in my mind. Memories of the past... I miss you.
You have begun to fade from my life like the warm parchment of your love letters I cling to. The sun barely warms my aching skin. Nothing can replace your nearness. The warmth of your breath and the heat of your skin. Gone...
My soul begs to be released to join yours wherever that may be. This life is torture without you. Every minute. Every hour. Every day. When the fall breeze tussles my hair, I think of you. The thought of us in the past tense makes me cry. If God can hear my prayers, let me join you before I see another sunset...
Falling leaves, grey skies and the smell of wood in the fireplace. All the signs of the autumn season, our favorite time of year. Now, memories of the past. Love lasts forever, but life is only temporary.
I passed away old and fragile and left you alone. Now pieces of my soul are connected to all living things. Plants and trees. Insects and birds. I'm even part of the sun that shines upon you. But nothing can replace being at your side.Holding your hand or touching your face.
Be patient my love. I can hear your prayers. Do not wish for godspeed for us to be together before its time. Enjoy this life by the minute.By the hour.By the day.
When the autumn wind becomes harsh, think of me. The thought of us will keep you warm and I will be with you... Always.