I wasn't really a person to pay attention to the seasons changing.
There was a set time for each, I knew that much. I also knew they left, but always came back. It wasn't until you left, that I started to realize how beautiful the seasons actually were.
They knew nothing of dominance or greed.
They knew they would get their turn to freeze over swimming pools, change the colors of the leaves, help the flowers bloom, & melt popsicles.
They would swiftly ease away from one another casually interconnecting at times.
All of this of course fascinated me.
You leaving wasn't like the seasons changing at all.
It was more of a drastic change above anything else.
It doesn't happen often, but when the sky is angry, it'll take away all sense of happiness & safety you felt on that warm spring day & replace it with a freezing abyss.
Then that's it.
I grew very fond of the seasons after you were gone.

I wish when people spoke of us, they'd say, "They fought hard."
But instead they stay silent because they know.
They know it was one sided.
With open ears they would listen, my painful cries caused by your absence.
But what could they say? There was no consolation for the situation I was dragged into.
The situation I was in because of you.
They'd try though, say "She's hurt too, she's going through the same thing."
Although I loved them for trying to make it a little better for me, I knew the words they spoke were anything but true.
I would see you continue to laugh & live your life as if nothing phased you.
That's how I knew I meant absolutely nothing to you. Seeing as how every breath I took after you left, took all the power in my body to make.
Yet you were perfectly fine. It seemed as if it was effortless for you to leave me behind.
I guess that's okay though, I've managed to fill the abyss you left.
I'm whole again.
I'm whole without you.