It was a day like this in which we met. A day when the sun struggled to battle the unending sea of gray clouds trying to block its warmth, and the wind blew cold, carrying the dead, colorful leaves in spiraling patterns into oblivion. The birds were flying their military formations to their southern resting grounds and the squirrels were gathering the last of their hoard for the long winter storms that lie ahead.
Above it all I remember the sight of your hazel eyes as they looked up at me when you passed. The flash of your eyes and the slight hint of a friendly smile kissed your vermilion lips. You were bundled up in a colorful flannel jacket with a rose scarf draped around your neck, hair flowing free in its fiery brilliance behind you.
That was the very second I knew that I could love you forever.
But the very November winds that had draped you so gingerly and carried you so lovingly sent a chill of icy tendrils running down my spine. I looked away and buttoned my jacket mocking the brutal winds; when I looked back you were gone. I never saw you again.
I returned to that place in the park day after day trying to recreate the day, but you never returned.
Now one year later I stand here at the very spot that the November winds carried you out of my life and think of the life that was never meant to be. The life that was lost. The children who had danced in my mind have faded into wisps. The feel of your tender touches on my cheeks and your soft voice in my mind are but a fantasy and have become unbearable to recall. I will never return here again. I will leave you behind my love and I will hope your life is joyous and…
A flash of red catches my eye and I turn and see you. Your hazel eyes and smiling vermilion lips greet me once more.