5th October 2016.

Prompt- "Potted plants and familiarity' by KHResurreccion

Fallen leaves crushed under my feet,

As I walked through the gravel path, alone.

Shivering in the chill of the parting autumn

I opened the door to my life of solitude.

White sheets coated with thin films of dust,

Offered a bleary welcome into this lonely abode.

Your eyes smiled at me from a picture,

Tugging hard at the painful strings of loss.

Without you, this place felt strange and foreign.

Just brick and wood, with no signs of life.

A soft wind came into the desolate hallway ,

It's caress, an aching reminder, of your gentle touch.

My gaze travelled to a window, that was left open,

And the little potted plant by it's ledge.

It's stem was now tinged with a yellow palor,

Leaves drooped, succumbing to approaching death.

My trembling fingers caressed the wilting plant,

With a silent promise to cherish your last living reminder.

So, this is the one I missed.