Four months have come and gone The axis of the earth has shifted twice since you left Autumn ended Winter dragged its bones across my door And now, today, it is the first day of spring It is 21 September 2025
I thought I would be healed by now But I am still speaking your name in silence The tears come and go And my love remains
I miss you so And you will never know In the dead of night I scream your name I am the only one of us still carrying this pain
Every day I fight the urge to call you To text you To tell you that I still care To tell you that I love you
She left 27 May 2025. Three seasons. Four months. Thousands of tears.