You are cinnamon
and creased, laughing eyes.
You are wonder and
the colours of autumn.
You are striped scarves and
clear windows.
You are a bright light.
You are a silk thread,
so beautifully entwined
with mine.
Our embrace is eternal
I know I will love you infinitely.
And finally you
whispered to me your story,
you held me
until you left me;
the absence of you cold.
You forgot your scarf.
I wrapped it around me.
It smells of you,
us.
