Our Place

There is a walk I know, among the trees
How much you always loved the solitude
The dry, fallen leaves cracking beneath our feet
An overcast afternoon, fleeting warmth as the sun
Wove through the clouds overhead
The fall colors, which you couldn’t stop talking about
You always had a way of looking at things
As if for the first time
We’d sit there, beside the creek
Because there’s always a creek in my dreams
Sipping water, eating grapes, maybe strawberries
As you reach in your backpack
Surprise me with a chunk of banana bread
You made the night before, for our special day
A simple reminder, to never let go of these moments
Because for all the broken promises, things left unsaid
This is all that really matters in the end
A walk in the woods, sitting by a creek on a fall afternoon
Eating smashed banana bread with the person you love
I reach down and pick up a small rock, remembering
Turning it between my fingers, before tossing it into the creek
Saying goodbye to you, one more time
As the wind carries your memory away from me
And from this, our place


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139 comments

  1. Just beautfully versed and emotionally charged muse. This one IS the golden, russet leaves of Autumn dancing from the crisp breeze…thank you for following me and reading me writing…I bid you more fall walks with fewer goodbyes but without them we would have no reason to write, eh? peace, love, light be yours under the sun, sky, stars & moon tonight. —g.a.meeder

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