I miss her every fall. Tonight, when we were discussing something-or-other, someone mentioned her floor. My floor, but a year later, when it no longer belonged to either of us. 

I always get this weird, unexplainable feeling when I think about that floor and the new people in there only months later. It's a tiny, nagging, hollow feeling, and my head tells my heart that that floor was not mine to mourn; that she was theirs to mourn and not mine; like I had given up so much by moving out and on. 

Regardless. I miss her. There's no such thing as a fall in Anderson without Keren -- maybe that's why I miss her, because it's times like these that I still feel her here.