A 'wait'

Right in September,

When the leaves will have changed their colors

And the flowers changed their feathers;

I will still have that song you sang for me,

Like the string you played when you were 16.

Surrounded with that scent of autumn that still moves me hard.

Right into the tales of old times,

I will; walk back into the forests with my steps in your footprint which is now an antique memory.

I will; catch hands but this time my own,

With a sunshade at my head and a cozy ribbon

Being in clothe you had always wanted me ; like a princess.

Right like the walks we went together,

I will; fall numerous times

But to this day I will actually fall hard,

For you will not be there to catch me back again.

Right into the tunnels we went through,

I will; sit down back at the edge,

Awaring myself this time you will not be there to scream out for saving me,

And that I will have tears of sorrow unlike those days;

Being certain that you will not be there to wipe them off.

Memories made me walk back,

Right there, on our favorite spot,

Where I used to be the one to make you wait;

That  you would come to surprise me,

Knowing I'll be impatiently waiting after those tiresome hide and seek.

But Alas!

This time wasn't the same for I was the one, who was there,

Waiting alone, despite knowing that you were gone,

Tired of my tests...