Seasons of Loss

Summer is blistering, oppressive and stifling

It is supposed to be a break from everything else, relaxing

However it is simply just more time for me to be alone in my head

I am cold even when the sun is burning, maybe I am still connected to you

The thought of being alone again fills me with a smothering kind of dread

I feel stuck in my skin; a part of me wishes you were still here not...gone

Fall is brisk, changing and unpredictable

The leaves change color too quickly how are we supposed to adjust?

The leaves fall to the ground and stick to us turning moldy and eventually disappearing

Fall never seems to last for long a wink of color then all shining white.

Winter is barren, cold and desolate

I shiver underneath my many layers of protection

Are you cold in that box you now call home?

Has your flesh been stripped away yet? Have parasites and bugs invaded your body?

Or has the cold driven them away

You never did like the cold; but the shining white snow is corrupted and is now disappearing.

You'll be warm soon

Spring is lovely, budding, and blossoming

It is unanimously recognized that flowers die

But when it is time they grow back bolder and beautiful

Will you bloom again?