I went back to our avenue of autumn gold today <br />to see if you would always be there as you'd said. <br />Yet found that even there, our most treasured of places, <br />was quiet, still and empty of one other living soul. <br />Then, as if the silence punched me with the loss of you, <br />I knew that everywhere would wear the same dark cloth<br /><br />Neil Graham Marsden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-84/
