winter comes,
and you leave
without a sound or an apology.

as spring rolls in,
i grieve and fear
that i won't be able to let go of you.

but by summer,
i laugh
and meet new people.

slowly,
but surely,
you fade away from my memories,
and by fall,
i had forgotten all the ways i spent my time,
thinking about what will never be mine,
and then,

i let go.