There is a chill in the air tonight

Autumn’s cool fingers touch my face as I walk under a dusty ebony sky pin pricked by distant worlds

The clocks must turn back

Stealing tomorrow’s late afternoon sun

There once was another night such as this

A night long ago – that, if I blink, was yesterday

A night when the chill was lulled warm by soft whispers

…and goosebumps caressed into nothingness

Then it was a magical sensuous journey

Now it is a memory that lounges in my heart and mind

It is precious

It is treasured

But in the wise words of an old soul

A memory is not love