How many times do I have to play
the game of roses
where naively I ask if
"you love me?'
Or
"you love me not'
and let the petals cease our fate

Many
          footprints
                          on my heart
                                               yet
                                                    yours
   ­                                                          more apparent

We were just like the spring
So new
And
Our love just like summer
Vibrant flames of burning passion
And now
Our memories just like autumn
Providing armful comfort
And
Our signature places just like winter
Frozen in time

Imagine being so wide with the mind but being so narrowed with words

- Just a suitable description of him

Through and through
Taking trains and planes
Switching between stations and lanes
Like the weather does it’s shift from rain to hail
And rushing through the streets
Chockablock but yet
Hoping to see a glimpse of someone
Hoping to make amends
Searching for it here and there
Willing to make amends

Synnove Carvalho