Seasons of You
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It was like this once: the spring flowers bloomed and brought you
with them, and suddenly the April rains didn’t seem
quite so heavy compared to the purple shadows under your eyes…
I used to count your smiles like the newly green blades of grass
and cherish your gaze as I did the rare sunbeams from behind the clouds.
June came, and the oppressive heat it gifted was not enough
to sweat the longing out of my skin;
We used to stare up at the stars and swear,
with secretive smiles reserved only for summer,
that even the cool dismissiveness of autumn
could not untangle our legs
or forget the secrets we had spilled like sticky alcohol over your backseat.
But it is winter now.
A thick casing of ice has enveloped our history,
and I know
deep down
that not all the summers of my past and future could thaw it out.
Spring flowers are much too fragile
for December frost.