I meet you in the Spring
your fresh, new and exciting.
Just as the first glimpse's of sunlight
or the vibrant foliage growing upon the tree.
You take my hand and walk with me to summer.
Long, hazy days see us
talking into the night.
Love and laughter as warming as the sun rays.
As the days shorten so does your temper
our love falls around us.
As do the
autumnal leaves from the tree
bearing just twigs,
skeletons of what used to be.
The winter freezes over your heart.
your soul turned to ice.
It's cold,
it's dark.
your gone.
