anything there, was fated to end.
bruised not once, but twice again.
just like seasons, shifting back into each other
we couldn’t stop the pattern as lovers.
the days passed quickly
weather was changing
and so were we.
summer’s dry heat,
like breath on my cheeks
fall’s crisp air,
wandering eyes despair
winter’s sterile snow,
hands wandered below
spring’s rainy days,
don’t go, but don’t stay.
and you finally confessed
that things once loved
you’d grown to detest
nothing will stop changing
someone keeps switching on and off

the darkness of night
the day
and my mind

(submission by miriam)