Not a day goes by that I don't think about how last fall everything was different.

Last fall the weather seemed less bitter and the snow held off for a little while longer as I held you in my heart and we sipped tea, me smiling from one ear to another.

I thought that fall was my favorite season because the warmth in my heart was comforting but now I like spring and summer better because the absence of that warmth doesn't seem as cold.

As the rain falls from the sky my tears fall from my eyes on to my pillow, the pillow where your head once rested so peacefully, mine next to it and your hand placed in mine.

And now that you're gone, the beauty of fall is forever changed and all I am left with is this fall gloom.