Winter came around in the same way you came into my life; slowly, quietly and gently. Snow fell from the sky and the sun rose later and set earlier in the day. I couldn't help but think that my time might just be running out but you came along and brought warmth to the cold and you lit the path when it got dark. Spring rolled around and we blossomed like the flowers and the leaves on the trees but if I had only ******* known how much we would relate. Summer arrived and you were in your prime; you wore yellow and let your hair grow out, things were finally looking like they would be okay for once. The grass was cut from time to time and I never realised that every time it was trimmed our time was getting stolen away too. Autumn showed and the leaves turned orange and then fell from the trees and you never did like this time of year. Things went from sweet to sour and I should have seen that you were leaving. It's Winter again and you left my life the same way you came except now I'm not sure if the days are getting shorter or if I was just living on borrowed time.