Autumn

What was it about this time of the year that made him miss her so much? Was it the leaves that were the color of her tresses? Was it that certain whiff in the air? He could never really put his finger on it. Like he could never do on her. Just that he missed her so much. It made him wanna rip his heart right out and fling it far, far, far from sight !

He walked through the park, kicking the fallen leaves, and kicking himself for being this way. Wish he could do something about it. He heard a dog barking. She loved dogs. Damn her. Someone called out to their child. Cars zipped by. And after a while he was left standing all alone., just as she had left him. Cold and numb.