Seasons of Love
It’s funny how you can be lying
next to someone but still feel
I ponder this as I toss curtains of rain
Is how we’re the same as the
people; we can detect
When love wanes.
But when we cry, the whole world cries
With us. I hate making the world cry.
It sticks my leaves to the
pavement, or washes
Them away. But that’s what you’re
You take my reds, my yellows, my
browns, my oranges
And wisp them away with the white
of your frost.
You glaze my grass with icy
diamonds and stain my autumn air
With your frigid, falling stars.
On the bed you swimming in solitary
As I drip in loneliness.
And much like the ocean of white
sheets that blankets
The space between us, your
falling flakes tell me
There is no ‘us’ anymore.