Flannel and Jackets

All that time ago,
 leaves crisp underfoot
 and Halloween waiting
 just around the corner,
 hiding winter in it’s
 closing hand.
So young you were,
 all flat hair,
 thick glasses,
 mouthful of braces.
 Yet, you were an angel
 and in every way perfect.
Cold nights so clear.
 Hand in hand at the party.
 That song we all knew.
 By ourselves under stars.
 Your heart beating so fast.
 A kiss, an embrace, your laughter.
I know you now, the girl you were,
 only in dreams and a bitter ache.
 Cold clear nights, dead leaves
 crisp and breaking underfoot,
 but nothing is the same.

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