In spring, we bloom; uncertain futures fly.
My dreams alive, we ache to touch, be free,
To crash together; bodies burn on high.
But fire is only ash, so soon you flee.
We run to summer, race against the clock.
With smiles so fake and wide, you’d think us stone.
I dance, you skirt, my every move you block.
This war cannot be won with love alone.
With fall, the whispers come, too soft to hear,
We brace ourselves against the coming cold.
I dream our flesh as one, to have you near,
But you remain on guard, our path foretold.
As winter’s tide arrives, love is unseen,
We drift along our sea with miles between.