The breeze glides smoothly down my lungs
Your soft hand engulfs mine
Your thumb lazily strokes my bones as if strumming a tune
This was my spring

My room mirrors the mood as we stumble in
It greets us with fogging windows
My breath quickens as your love consumes me
This was my summer

You pull away from me as I only try to comfort
Your distant eyes avoid mine at all cost
The games we used to play no longer seem fun and carefree
This was my autumn

Pictures surround me of warmer, happier times
When the summer still clung to the earth with pride
Pictures at which, however, I refuse to look
This was my winter

Stiff greetings are met with stiffer coats
The scratchy scarf covers the mouth I had kissed
And as your deep voice promises to trip me once again
This is my moving on