I still recall as yesterday
The lovely scent of fall;
The breeze that blew her hair, and the
Sheer magic of it all
But there is memory in grief,
And grief in memory —
I still recall the scent of fall:
That’s all that’s left
For me
To share is human:
Beautiful! THE LAST LINE PAINS ME what comes after … ? What? What?
nothing-nothing but a feeling that can not be expressed in words.