perhaps i should
hold you with
a little more caution.
after all, we've done
this dance before.
you love me in seasons,
giving me your all
before disappearing completely
leaving me to wonder
if i ever knew you at all.
your absence withers me,
yet i'm desperately hoping
for an endless summer.
despite everything,
you are the reason
poetry soars in my veins
and i'll always love
you for giving me
these words.