Crisp leaves falling were her heels clicking down the sidewalk.
Clean air was the smell of her hair as she stepped from the shower.
Laughter of the children echoed hers on the day they met.
Now he stood in the window wondering where she'd gone. Watching neighbors come and go, enjoying the seasonal change.
The season she loved.
The season in which he loved her.
The season of death and dying
And second chances.
I feel you
When my mind is quiet
Body taxed by the day
The tears come and I feel you.
Connected by heart,
Connected by mind,
Connected by universe.
My being calls to you.
I pray you hear.
Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.