I can’t help but see you, in the changing of the leaves 
The bright yellows, oranges, and reds
And be reminded
Of the years we had
And the conversations we shared
The times I made you laugh
Floating, dropping
Settling to the ground
I can’t help but feel you
In the beautiful gray skies
When the light of the sun
Is gentle on my eyes
And remember our springs
Our summer
That has faded into fall
And found you wasted away
I can’t help but dread
The nagging of your absence
As the trees become barren
And the sparkling 
Delicate snow
Eases to the ground 
I can’t help but stare longingly
At those limbs
And remember a time
Once
when the trees bloomed
And know that sadly
These trees
Will never bloom again