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Autumn leaves swirl on the ground, skittering across my sandaled feet.
The wind smells of the river bed, a mixture of clay and Southern dirt.
I can taste you,   sunshine.........crisp mint.
your here with me,........Arn't You?
Sometimes I cant help but wonder, Is this all my Imagination?
Touch me,.........Please?........I felt that.
The Gentle but ever present, the stirring of my hair.
but So gentle,........My Imagination again?
As I Surrender to the Sensations around me, Your fingers trace the back of my hand.
maybe there?.........maybe not?
You always did that when there was something on your mind,.........tell me?
The Breeze whistles through the branches and leaves.
I hear you,.........in them,........your breathing rushed and airy.
Your here with me,...........Arn't You?
The flag whips hard in the wind,..........and for a brief moment I saw you.
Standing at attention,.........than it whips again and your gone like always.
That was you,..........Wasn't It?
Dawn is turning,........this always was your favorite time,.........here with me,........always.
There goes the wind again,..........Hello to you too.
The screen door snaps closed,.........It sounds, like a bomb going off in my head.

    Your not here with me anymore,............are you?



~QuestioningAngel~
~~RLS~~