Every time I think of you,
I think of leaves in autumn hue,
Of reds and browns in fading view
That once belonged to the eyes of you.

I think of fall though you were spring,
Of growing bold in everything,
So sure of where your days would swing, So sure of what each step would bring.

I think of bikes and scraped up knees,
Of bandages and my minor pleas,
Though you were hurt by stairs with ease,
With scooters and bruised catastrophes.

I think of cocoa, warm and sweet,
Though chips and drinks were more your treat,
A fizzy sound, a salty beat,
Your kind of joy was never sweet.

I think of walks through fields so wide,
Id walk too slow to watch the clouds,
Youd rush ahead with eager drive,
You loved the end more than the ride.

I reach for you, but only find
A shape of me inside my mind.