lately,my life
is measuredmin seasons
and the cinnamon
(whose container is
almost emptied)

not so lately,
i have lost the will
to reminisce
(it takes so much
out of me.
but i am scared
the memories
will dissipate
if i don't devote
that sad energy.)

does anyone else
make gingerbread
that's cut into squares
gingerbread cake
with a sauce
that has a name.
(i never knew what to
call it. but it was
buttery and syrupy
and cinnamon.)

it was autumn magic.

and fried apple pies
that would be cooling
on the counter with the
perfectly shaped edges.
(the filling never escaped.)

and your house shoes.
and the matching touch lamps
on the matching end tables.
and the pressed rose
in between the pages
of that one bible
that sat in the bookcase
with the glass that had
the tempered edges.

and the warmth
that lived in that house.

and the little paper bags
with halloween treats.
it was never just a bowl
of candy.
little paper bags
little plastic spider rings.

i miss you
and i miss your autumn magic
and your voice
on the telephone
and your face.