How we met like this
Serendipitous
All the colors of autumn
Falling around us
The last leaves wither
It was winter
In the blink of an eye
You and I
Moved like the hands of the clock
Seconds seemed precious
In the hours we would talk
When did it contract to repetitous
Once funny became lame
Unique became the same
All the words repeated motions
Followed without new questions
Spring brought new hope
Yes we could renew this life
Nope.
Summer came with the same light
The growth of flowers and leaves was as certain
As our growing apart
The four seasons of love restart
No better the intentions
Categories: poetry
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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