The fall air blows whispering through my hair sending a chill down my spine, Chilly, 33 degrees windy not sunny dark and cold, A void light colored, yellow perhaps of hope, like a light at the end of the long dark tunnel, Your laugh soothing my brain, sending a chill down my spine a good chill, more like a warm chill, a whill? I don’t know but it soothed me, oh how I wish it were real how I wish you were standing in front of me laughing for real— in real time with me, You probably haven't laughed lately, but I know in my heart you once did, but for now i’ll hold the radiating warmth it gave me close to my heart until you return.