our love changed with the seasons.
In Summer,
You loved me and I loved you.
We watched the sun set on a lake,
and kissed in the back of movie theatres.
We hiked and climbed,
and had it all.
But it all went away when you didn’t fall.
In Fall,
I fell.
I fell hard for the past thoughts of us.
For how we used to be,
when nothing else mattered except you and me.
How we laughed, and how we cried.
Well, mostly me, because your love for me died.
In Winter,
I froze.
My tears no longer fell.
The memories of cute things you said
didn’t remind me of anything I felt.
And each time I saw your name,
My heart didn’t melt.
So then my heart thawed.
In Spring,
You weren’t really on my mind.
I worked for myself and left you behind.
I used to dream of being with you,
But know thats the last thing that I would do.
You are doing great, so I hear.
and we will always have that summer, where we loved each other so dear.
Poetry
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Incredible. Often times when writers use the seasons either metaphorically or to show the passage of time, it sounds cliche and sappy. This, however, was perfect with precise imagery. At “I froze. My tears no longer fell,” I could imagine one final tear escaping, but then crystalizing and freezing as if the sorrow had stopped and it was the first moment of peace. I loved how delicate each detail is in this piece. Beautiful. I look forward to reading more 🙂
Wow thanks so much for your feedback!!