The parks, the beaches,
the backyards empty now.
September silence falls on the forest floor.
The light turning to gold
Shadows of emerald summers grow longer.
Longing.
Will they remember you when
That photograph that was taken by the river
She said it reminded her of all those weekends
Where we belonged
Before that winter took it all away.
Everything frozen.
Buried in the harshest cold snap
of our memories.
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