what's left to say
now that you've gone away
when the sky is cold and grey
and I'm lost without you

we met in the fall
among hues of orange and red
and when your eyes met mine
the sun shined on my heart for the first time

fall turned to winter
and the days flew by
with the swiftness of the migrating flocks
etched across the sky

winter turned to spring
oh what beauty it did bring,
as we walked
underneath the budding trees

spring turned to summer
but your feelings changed
as the seasons do
and it was time to say goodbye

to you.