A reminder

the night air turns colder as i think of you
i attempt to shrug off the empty feeling i have
now that you aren't here
and the breeze still blows uncaring
unknowing.
perhaps you are out there too
feeling this breeze and being haunted with
the past memories of us
together
daunted by the choice you made.
maybe this slight breeze has caught up in your hair
the thought of me and how different things could be
would be
should be.
then possibly you too would have a full mind of the thoughts
of that night when we parted,
and the colder breeze would blow
bringing everything to light and chilling you too
as i have been chilled with the ghost of your presense.
it would circle about you and arise new wonderings
of me and how we used to be
as it grows colder,
as you grow older.
i turn away, unable to go on with the thoughts
and the cold night air
but i wish and hope that you are followed by my whispered memory
and the cold night breeze.