little by little i stopped loving you like the wind as it grew colder the seasons blended together until all of them felt the same and i couldn't tell them apart an indistinguishable pile of crisp leaves in the summertime snow flakes in the spring love in the evening and hurt by the fire
written in the nighttime read in the daylight seen by no one less than you i found myself in fall and with it the strength to admit i loved you let go of the early mornings say goodbye to the late nights i leave these words in a box in the sand and with the wind