I remember you,
your auburn hair that
caught the wind and
carried me along
as we danced in
the woods, singing
hand in hand in
celebration of
all we see and
hear and feel
among the stirring
trees with
their falling
leaves and their
wonderous scent
and their golden
boughs and you'd
smile at me and
sometimes you'd wink
at me.

"Do you ever see,"
you said to me
before you went away,
"the little speck of light
spiraling down the
corner of your eye?

"That is me saying,
Hello, goodbye."