Seasonal Love

Winter was cold and distant

And the gray skies clouded my judgement. 

But really, I didn’t mind much at all,

Because I did not yet know what I was missing.

Spring started with a soft pitter-patter,

And the gray skies were cast out in favor of a calm blue.

Flowers began to bloom, the trees grew green once more,

As if color had finally returned to my world.

Summer was no longer scattered showers

But a torrential, tenacious storm.

A great, beautiful, warm, vibrant, glowing storm,

But one that threatened to blow us over nonetheless.

But the storm fell through as fall came to sweep it away.

We tried to stay in the storm,

To stay in the eye of the hurricane, 

As tenacity is human nature, and we were doing what we thought was right.

Our hands were locked tight as we ran

And our knuckles grew white and raw.

We were lost and confused,

But it was okay because I had you and you had me.

I thought that was all we needed.

That our refusal to give in would push us through the storm.

I could feel us getting closer and closer to the edge,

So I pushed.

I pushed faster and with every step the sky seemed a little clearer.

Until eventually I could no longer see the storm,

And I smiled.

And I squeezed your hand.

I looked over to see if you were smiling too,

But you weren’t there.

And my hand was balled up in a fist.

We ran in different directions,

And it didn’t matter how hard we pushed,

Or how bad we wanted it,

The storm had driven us apart.

The same storm that had been our heart and soul.

And all I can do is hope that you made it out, too.

And that we are both staring out at the same beautiful, clear sky,

Hoping a storm comes to wash it all away.