Summer is coming to a close,

the breeze is colder and

the sun isn't out for as long.

Memories fade away like

the writing in the sand or

wet footprints on the deck.

This time has touched us,

our heads turning back to watch it pass and

trying to remember what he said.

The wind seems to berate us,

making the hounds bay and

forcing us deeper into the covers.

Will you remember the good things,

his touch, his embrace, and

the way he'd look into your eyes?

Or will the darkness eat at you,

revealing hidden scars and

recalling the taste of blood?