l’ automne

Gold sunlight flashes against auburn skin.

The fall air sends a shiver down my spine, my fingers growing cold.

You grasp your hand in mine, my chill hands making you jump.

As you let go my hand feels colder than it did before,

an aching feeling that has me in a stupor.

I walk inside my shaken heart, asking them why they have shown themselves before me.

A soft laugh rumbles throughout the space.

The frost melts within my chest, but dread occupies my thoughts.

What ever shall I do?