After you left
I daydreamed about your smile
And listened to your voice
In the echoes of my mind.
Outside, beyond the loneliness
Of my heart,
the crisp golden rouge
Of autumn tumbled in
Sweeping and floating
In a melancholic haze;
Yet here, alone
With the worn fabric of
My memories
I just existed and fell
Into your smile
That continually looped
Over and over again.
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