in the changing of the seasons
it surprises me how much I miss you
for such unexpected reasons
You don't cross my mind daily
you're rarely in my dreams
but I see you in the snowfall
blooming flowers, changing leaves
I crack my window late at night
and smell you in the breeze
rain blows through my screen like tears
puddles of memories
You're never coming back to me
you disappeared like fog
I hope this year, August 18th
the anguish will be gone
But until then
I'll tuck the blankets in a little tighter
you are months and I am hours.
Dawn approaches. I grow lighter.
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