(by Randy E. Halprin)

I miss the cool air.
I miss the cool breeze.
I miss the crinkling sound of autumns leaves under our feet.

I miss the blue skies,
soft and light.
We’d put on our sweaters,
walk around until the night fell around us.
Then, we’d tumble to the ground.
Rolling around.
Making out.
As falling stars surrounded us.

I miss the laughter,
and the echo of our joy as it fell down our cheeks.
I miss those tears.
I miss my youth…
I miss those memories of the past.

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