Autumn:Time to Bid Farewell

Looks like i just woke up from a dream
I walk up to your door and its your name that i scream

I push your door open to feel a gush of wind
As your curtains flutter a vacuum overcomes me within

As our laughter thunders in that empty room
My heart shrinks in vain as flashes of memory zoom

I walk down slowly to the breakfast table
where empty seats indicate the end of the fable

A fable of true friendship and great company
I sip my coffee thinking about those moments... many

As I stare at the mirror I see a thin scaly lifeless tree
Its autumn my friend and all the leaves go free.

--Firebird