The distance is pain.

My heart reaches for you,
but like the crunch of a leaf in Autumn,

You are not there.

It's the breeze of Autumn,
the colours of new fallen leaves.

It's the first snowfall of Winter,
the gentle fire keeping me warm.

It's the rain of Spring,
tapping on the window, singing it's song.

It's the ocean of Summer,
endless and calming.