Folded Napkin in a Red Envelope

It’s cold here
The mountain is snowy
The leaves are dead and gone
In this little northwest city
The sun is low
As I wander streets
And pause
To remember
On the ground floor of the tower
Where we met
Such different times
Such different lives
Melancholy feeling
Revisiting thoughts of love
Passionate emotions of desire
It was summer then
The sun was high
The leaves were green
The air so warm
This city (and my heart)
were so Alive
Now, 4 years later,
From a place across the ocean
I return
And you no longer sit waiting for my arrival
No.
You live in a different world
while I sit on this cold gray bench
beside a wintry river
Reminiscing
Missing