And With The Seasons...

What happens when the summer ends?
Flowers wilt.
Beaches empty, and the outside quiets.
Leaves fall, taking with them the remnants of who we thought we were.
It seems as though those beings could become part of us somehow.
But outside it is cold, and loneliness has entered the center of my being.
You aren’t who I thought you were. Not anymore.
Perhaps life finally curled its fingers around you,
choking out everything I admired you for.
Perhaps you would no longer stand in the rain for her,
waiting to be loved the way you deserve to be loved.
In giving up that dream of yours, did you give up me too?
Will you truly cease to appear in my doorway late at night,
and never again call upon me to comfort you from your innermost demons?
Snow is falling now,
and in watching its graceful elegance as it falls from Heaven,
I wonder:  In its absence will you return to me,
or will our togetherness never be?

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Devin Swatman-Stewart]

I love metaphoric seasons and such. :D

[JustJasmine]

I love this! I really like the seasonal concept and how you first started out. You use really good imagery and the poem was told like a story which is a plus. Awesome job.

[RAWR!]

:) i like this,
thanks for sharing :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like how you use the seasons in the poem. The seasons can control our emotion and desire. Summer allow people to be more free. If you are lucky. Winter can allow two people to find warmth and happiness till the re-birth of Spring. A very strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Elephants & Coyotes]

A nice expression of feeling.
I particularly like this line,
"Perhaps life finally curled its fingers around you."
Very nice word choices, throughout the poem!

[whispereversolightly]

This is sad really yet so touchingly beautiful as well. You seem to have a good heart.