Autumn.

I could hear.
The swoosh of the wind.
Breaking every silence on the ground.
The roses.
The tulips.
Swayed within the flow of the breeze.

I missed your hair.
That waved into my face.
Like how those flowers do.
I missed your hands.
That grasp firmly to my hands until their numb.
Fading every of my loneliness away.
I missed your smile.
That melts away my heart.
Taking away my sadness.

Oddly.
Like Autumn.
I feel so cold when I miss you.
Nothing waved against me.
Nothing dims my loneliness.
Nothing erase my sadness.
But I still do.
Miss you.

Asyraf Amir. 20150811.