“18/09/17 [I remember the first, I’ll never know your last]” – Iona Murphy

Breathless.
Running through the dull skies
soaked but smiling.
I think it was autumn
everything was yellow
your favourite colour.
Now it’s all that’s left.

It is autumn.
Your tracks are fading back into stillness
but there’s a storm you left behind
it swirls
it rains.
And it is autumn.

And now you’re breathless
And it’s no longer autumn.

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