DE-FROSTING

 DE=FROSTING

 Back then, you were everything to me,

A sunlit promise etched in memory's glow.
Indefinitely remembered, those April afternoons
Stretched lazy under skies of endless blue,
Where chirping crickets sang their hidden hymns
To the rhythm of our whispered dreams. We'd lie there, taking in the drifting clouds,
Shapes shifting like our futures yet untold,
Beneath an eighty-degree haze that wrapped us tight.
Sweating at your touch, skin slick with summer's fire,
I'd still reach for your hand, fingers interlacing
Like vines that refused to let the season fade. Flowers bloomed vivid in the pictures we captured,
Petals unfurling in frozen frames of joy—
Roses blushing red, daisies dancing white—
But here, in the quiet corners of our world,
They wilted unseen, petals scattered by the wind.
Spring had whispered secrets in the breeze,
Promising eternity in every budding leaf. Yet time, that thief, crept in with autumn's chill,
Turning green to gold, then brittle brown.
The crickets' song grew faint, a distant echo,
As leaves fell like forgotten words between us.
Your hand slipped away, not from sweat, but sorrow,
And the clouds we once chased turned heavy, gray.
Now Fall reigns cold, a harvest of what was,
But in my heart, those April days endure—
Indefinitely remembered, forever you.