I look North and think of her
this time of year
the changing leaves
the memory of her
leaving
the same road still connects us
as does the river
along which
the road goes
the tips of the mountains
greeting me each time
the lips of cliffs
the narrow spaces to either side
I ache to go
knowing I won't find
her there
I look North and think
of change this fall
as well as others
spelling out new
directions
that all seem to
pursue the way
she has gone North this time
South another
like pieces of a puzzle
I can't help but put
together
in my head
tires rumbling over the rough
surface of this world
as I drive north
to see the trees
the leaves and
always the memory of her
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