Long after night attempted to sculpt itself into his goodbye,
long after those last words had faded – forgotten,
the thought still played softly in the background,
and whispered against the hollow halls of her recollection.
Telling secrets, now grown cold like autumn’s end.
And she shuddered at the chill,
and wrapped her arms a little tighter around her own heart.
Defending it against a memory.(T.J.Hardesty)