Spring turns to Summer turns to Autumn which is Fall
it's already been a season
a season in
stall
spin
stall
and I cho(o)se not to leave
the love being greater than the sum of its parts
and whole
wholly lost
not found
but taken for granted always to be there
no effort
fear
afraid of all of it
effort
feeling
you can't ignore it and feel it at the same time
the paths get dusty
the wires get twisted
it starts to leak together and that's all too much
you feel
don't want to feel
you
leave
run
go
and tell yourself how they stick like magnets
like crazy ones
the absurdity
your story
you
throw yourself to the wolves
to be devoured
cherished
treasured
and wonder why
blind as you make yourself
absurdity is drawn to you
teeth
canines
sharp
rancid breath
wet noses
the fog rolls in
carefully carefully managed
clear with one hand
cover with the other
reach for attention
then hide from it all
til it all slides closer
this
took away that
which was both bad and good, good and bad
and a different kind of alone
to find the one
more you than you
the all of you
without the blinds
the less of you
other life
other time
other space
him as well
and the last
compiled
deserved
yes it hurts
still bleeds
Winter now, Winter
time of endings
things die
stop
fade
pale
and there is beauty in that
a starkness
they call bleak
I crave the simplicity of it all
while deep inside
at the core
at essence
the green growth of love curls into itself
hearts of pink and gold and green, purple, orange the colours not for you anymore
encased, Winter cold
I plant small things in your name
try less to miss that which isn't
wasn't
you turned to Winter too soon
I tried
I did
so did you
in your way
it wasn't you
it wasn't your shell
it wasn't the outer
it was the us
it was the essence the combination
it always will be
now
another
soon
after
Spring
re growth
I'm sad
for the part of you
I still hope
is curled up
deep inside
waiting
not ready
not able
this time
to encompass
it
honoured
the truth in you
you were seen
and cherished
and I would wish the pain on no one
would have fixed all of yours
if you had let me
body house
we both tried
inside out
that that was
and I
I won't see you again
paths crossed
body made choice
head-run from fear and past loss
but love
angel-winged
greater than the sum of those parts
with me always now
strange methods
I see
pure as snow
that choice was lovely
I trust the next as well
it's not the shell
it's
greater than
hurry back
light led
beacon
lit
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