My Four Seasons -------------------------------------------
My dear love you have left me changing to someone I would truly never know. You've become like autumn when the leafs on the trees become beautiful before they fall. The ever changing color as expected could never be prevented in a world with marvelous seasons. A sure sign of autumn though had to begin before the long white winter would have to set in.
My heart discovered you as if approaching a beautiful flower blooming in the spring for the first time. Stained with colors only a true master of this world could give and I being privileged to see it. We fell hand in hand as we would try to take the world on and maybe try to hold time in its very place. The days of this summer when I saw the sun beam down and reflect off the fruits of the trees could never be more splendid in my entire life. The taste of so many wonderful flavors that I had not been fortunate to unearth. We tried so hard to capture the moment and hold it to ourselves that I forgot time would be inevitable. It was like I was trying to cage the very light of the sun to keep... or just maybe extend the day of our summers but I cannot fight what is far beyond my capabilities.
Now with great sorrow I watch you leave recklessly leaving me feeling as if a part of me died. I'm haunted by your ghost trapped in my memories like watching each leaf die and withers as it slowly floats swaying this way and that way before landing in the ground. To admire and live with something so elegant would become so bleak forcibly seemed that if there was any glint of light on my darkest nights I have forever become moonless before the ocean of stars.
Soon I will start to feel the slow breeze that carried a touch of coldness to warn of the harsh storm that would carry. Without her here anymore the parts of me still alive almost seem to slowly wast away and becoming chilled to the bone with no heart to keep the blood going and no warmth from the very heart that had set ablaze a fire in my soul. With mid winter soon to come I will look to when my world will be buried blanked by the snow so that I could forget the once happy places we visited. Places I no longer want to know. I would surely wait for winter's frosted kiss to set my heart to ice and freeze everything within my veins. May it cover me and hold me from my memories. If I cannot forget then may it make me disappear and allow the world to forget me. Then maybe I could say goodbye.