Spring -
I believe we each have our trajectories.
All throughout life we walk aligned,
Intertwining, crossing through
the trajectories of those around us.
I call them seasons in my life.
Some of them are like the weather though,
But my dear ones are seasons
Some long hot summers, Some enchanting winters.
You? You were my spring.
Flowers– every fucking square feet!
Smiling like a hanger stuck in my!
Tears rolled down like rain before autumn..
Cuz each petal owned my heart.
I danced through the wild mix!
Ran through dandelions!
Jumped into clear ponds filled with lily’s
You asked to hold my hand
And took me walking through butterflies!
But I always knew spring follows up with autumn.
It still takes me by surprise how quickly time flies.
You’ll always be my favorite season in life.
You and you alone were ever my spring.
Until I knew and now that I do know–
‘And even after everything’
Never regret holding your hand.
Our trajectories intertwined, entangled.
One beautiful knot to remember you by.
