I went back to our avenue of autumn gold today
to see if you would always be there as you'd said.
Yet found that even there, our most treasured of places,
was quiet, still and empty of one other living soul.
Then, as if the silence punched me with the loss of you,
I knew that everywhere would wear the same dark cloth
Neil Graham Marsden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-84/
