Anonymous
What was stolen won't return
Based off of the second picture promtHe was lost to me, as the leaves changed to reds, oranges and gold. They fell silently, tossing about, as if someone had thrown a fist full of glitter in the air. I used to close my eyes and let them fall, and when I opened them, he would be there waiting for me. He was taken from me, when the full harvest moon shone brightly through the canopy of leaves high above my head. The pale light showing me the trail we walked do...