Walk Home

There are wet leaves
scattered; stuck along
the cracked sidewalk.
They make no sound
under my leather boots.
The rain quit an hour ago.
The songbirds are still silent;
crows bounce in the street
The air is pinpricks
against my long day face.
As I ponder down the way
I fiddle with the bracelet
on my left wrist. It reminds me
of a warm place. It feels like you.
The Halloween wind lets out
a dying breath. It is so long.