Autumn Sunshine

He's leaving . . .

I looked up to the sky this morning,

and I said out loud, “You’re leaving me again, aren’t you?”  It was that old familiar feeling of loss and abandonment and emptiness.  I swore that last time was the last time, but once again, I took him back.  Now, with the early morning brilliance of the scarlet leaves, I knew the time was short.  Because I’ve been t…