It’s been longer since we spoke than the entire duration of when our summer-long conversation ate away at our aching minds, our cracked and caulked hearts.
While frost settles on my car in the morning on my way to work like none of it ever happened. My heart, too, is cold.
I have never known anyone like you. I’m quite sure I won’t meet another.
Your words, my own thoughts poured from you. My heart soaked in every letter, every pause and breath. Fleeting dreams sprouted from every seed our like-minds planted.
My life’s spring. After my life’s winter. A promise of a never-ending summer.
We’ve reached another seasonal winter. But just as seasonal spring is a far off date