I dream of you, love of my life, most in the fall
When rain falls easy on red brick
And a crisp breeze flirts with the nape of my neck.
You have seen me depart far too soon
For far too long,
But you are still the breath that soothes
The months-long cramp in my lungs,
And my smile finds you.
In spite of that old grief in the harsh lights,
You still hold me safe and sure and real.
So I ride six hours north,
Back to you, back home
To find you once more.