Summer
The future bass sound
Is a complication in my story
Of increasing tempo and leaps of faith
In meeting a crossroad.
Autumn
The death of a heated day,
The plum drops and voices stop,
They tell you it’s the end
So hide your happiness and blend in.
Winter
Scarves and coats line the fragile vessels
Otherwise exposed to the wind chill,
Covering our cavernous chests
To hide the vulnerability.
Spring
You blossomed into beauty
Existing in a time
Of temporary bliss
In a new season.
You ice the burns on my skin
While I sit in silence
Waiting for spring –
I can only imagine the fun we’d have.
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