Everything reminds me of you…

[aristophanes]

It seemed kinda odd, not that you weren't there but that I somewhat expected you to be. For the first time in four years (the bitter thoughts that follow any great divide never count for much) I not only noticed you weren't around but believed it would have been nice if you were. Among watered down pumpkin spiced coffees, cigarette smoke, half finished pints, and Munich beer halls. Your visage, your voice, your scent, your weather beaten leather jacket cutting through the breeze, anything. But not so much.

So my question is, how the hell did I lose autumn in the divorce? It all escapes me.