We started this in summer
When it was warm and fresh and free,
And our skin shined gold
Because we are
The gems of our generation.
But you left.
And the seasons changed.
It is now winter, and my heart is freezing cold.
Our romance has turned into
Nothing more than a
Light snowfall:
Slow and steady,
But when it settles,
It leaves the ground heavy.
Hearts heavy.
And our kisses are like
The cold, bitter wind:
They can travel
The distance,
But when they reach you,
It’s no longer a gentle
Breeze to caress your face.
Rather a hard slap that brings
You to tears when it
Hits you head on.
And I’m hoping
Since the next season is spring,
That we can crush everything we were
Into the dirt.
Grind it with the heels of
Our sneakers
Until there is nothing.
Then we can use the tears
I’ll bring--
From realizing that I’d
Rather have an ocean between us
Than three measly states--
And maybe the showers
That spring will bring,
That the angels will cry for us
When they see
Their two broken soldiers
Walking away from
What they could've been,
To sprout our romance from the dirt
And pick up right where we
Left off
Just before summer starts again.