An autumn morning
Together, we walk into the fog of the English autumn morning,
You tell me how much you love the laid back Sundays, the joy of a walk on a semi-sunny autumn day, arriving at the front door of your mom’s home, having brunch with her and you sister, the stars shining in your eyes as you speak of your time playing with your nieces and nephews…. and we walk, side by side.
“In the absent presence of you. ”
And I wonder, are you aware of the leaves cracking in peace underneath your playful steps?
You, I remember,
I recall that heartful warm, and hardful cold wide chest…
Covered in your autumn black coat, fading into the morning of an English fog.
To master my dualities you teach me,
The hero’s insecurities teach me.
Like you, vague are the landmarks, mystical unbearable forces drawing me into the absent colours of you.
How did our paths cross twice, yet we missed each other, twice?
In your present absence, I wonder and for once I see clearly…
A fragile falling autumn leaf, and your playful steps.
Here I was.
