old love

your brunette hair swaying in the autumn breeze.
your eyes stare into the souls of leaves.
your fingers lace through mine.
the sun bouncing off your dark eyes. 

you’ll always be perfect in my mind.
the way your lips smile at me.
the way your hips lean into me. 

i’ll never forget the way you talk, the way you walk. 
why must you leave.
please come back.

please.
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