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[just_sam4]

Walking through streets on a fall morning.

Sunlight dances of the roofs, frosted.
wisps of clouds from chimneys forming
patterns that are caught up and washed away
with the wind.

in the distance green hills meet orange sky
as the Range pushes up the Sun that's hiding
behind. and tucks away the moon safe.
I see what you saw, this morning on your way
to work.

I smell the thin layers of cold
rising from the night, making way for the
warmth of the day.

I hear the birds calling to rise, as they did
you. and the bustles of city veins pumping.

I feel what you feel as i wake in my bed,
casting an absentee ballot, Voting to say
"its much better here than alone." And
pulling away an invisible arm and kissing an
invisible face.

"Good Morning, I love you."

Shower running hot steams the mirror
spelled out "miss you."

Dried off returning to the room and seeing
and indentation of a mass that laid their
months before. A depression left of love
parted but not gone.

Coat on out the door as the smoke and water
vapor form shapes coming out my mouth when
met by the cold.

Walking these streets as you walk yours.
Fall is the same everywhere.