this time of year

this time of year
is you to me,
even absence is in the 
cool autumn air,
in fading light and the
fading flowers of the 
forest glades
tired crickets give their
final performance
before cold solidifies the
grass and earth,
i wear a sweater that
reminds me of you,
i swear your scent is 
on its threads 
in the place you
rested your head
when i kissed it,
when i gave my heart
to a friend