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