As leaves dance in the air
and the wind plays with my hair,
I think of all those times
where your hand was in mine.
When you held me tight.
Now the air is my companion,
cruel, harsh, and cold.

As the crickets started to sing
and the birds calmed their wings
I sit and think of all those times
where your laughter filled my head.
When your smile brighten my day.
Now, the creek is my joke partner
mocking me with it's gurgling laugh.

As the air started to grow cool,
and fish make ripples in a pool
I lay and I think of all those times
where you listened to my stories.
When you critiqued and praised.
Now the birds are my listeners
too busy to hear my words.

As the sky turned from blue to pink
and my eyes sleepily blinked.
I sleep and I dream of all those times
when your comfort is what you gave.
When you shielded me from harm.
Now my blankets are my shields
too selfish to protect me from nightmares.

When you lose your love, everything around you becomes a weak replacement of what they did.