Autumn held your breath within its gold
A tender warmth the season tried to hold
The trembling leaves became a quiet hymn
Each falling note a memory grown dim
Your laughter drifted through the amber air
A fleeting sound too beautiful to bear
My hands reached out to gather what remained—
A trace of warmth the dying year contained
The forest knew the longing in my chest
It let the sunlight linger where I rest
Your echo settled on a single leaf
A fragile cure for every buried grief
And when the winds begin their winter claim
My soul will still ignite at your soft name
For love that once was held by autumn’s breath
Can bloom again defying time and death