Fading Stories

. The days are shorter,They grow colder,They grow dimmer,A breeze from the north. Green fades to gray,Not steady each day,But slowly, inexorably,The summer will fade. I feel it in my bones.I feel it in my head.I feel it in my soul.Little to feed my heart. The fields are more sparse,No leaves on the trees,The sun hides behind clouds.The chill seeps in. Winter is coming.I need you to huddle close.Before the heat fades.

I try to recall the last time I saw you but the memory is faint It used to be so easy to imagine your face, to envision your body Yes, it was so clear Something has changed not in you, but in me Your features fail Your shape disappears Driven by fantasy I recreate you into what I think you should be I know it's not real A trick of the mind My tears well up You're simply not there I long to see you again If only to fuel Wh...