Autumn
The season of change.
Winter
The season of death.
Spring
The season of rebirth.
Summer
The season of healing.

A cycle I went through but I still miss you,


I'll miss you when the wind is rough and leaves are scattered about. When the air outside is cold and makes me sick. When the sky lights up and screams out your name in the way the thunder claps.


Because, when the storm clears and the birds come out, I realize...

Another year has passed, I still love you.


T.h.