SEASONS OF YOU

 

Seasons of You

Unfathomable,

Yet true:

You were it for me,

Back then, when the world was small,

And we were infinite.  

I remember you,

Indefinitely adored,

In the soft glow of April afternoons,

Where time stretched like the horizon,

And we were the only ones who mattered.  

Crickets chirped their evening songs,

A symphony to our quiet moments,

As we lay side by side,

Taking in the clouds together,

Under an 80-degree sunshine sky.

The air was thick with promise,

And I, sweating, clammy,

At the mere thought of your touch,

Always made myself un-nervous enough

To take your hand anyway.  

Flowers bloomed in our wake—

Daffodils, sunflowers,

Fully alive in Polaroids,

Snapshots of a season we thought would last.

But now, they’re not here;

Spring has turned to fall,

And the warmth we knew has faded.  

The sky, once a canvas of endless blue,

Now hangs heavy with the weight of change,

Leaves curling at the edges,

Like memories we can’t quite hold.

I search for you in the crisp air,

But find only echoes of laughter,

Faint as the last light of day.  

Still, I carry you with me,

In the quiet corners of my heart,

Where the sun still shines on those afternoons,

And your hand fits perfectly in mine.

Though the seasons have shifted,

And we are no longer what we were,

You remain, unfathomable but true,

A part of me, back then,