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.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
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.
