you loved me well in summer
when the sun was hot and the grass was green
and we hunted treasures behind waterfalls
and sunbathed by the stream
and you picked flowers for my hair
and your shoulder was soft when my eyes were heavy
and your heart was ready
but mine was not
it wasn’t time
you wrote me poetry but I couldn’t rhyme
so I left words unsaid and poems unwritten
your heart was open but I kept mine hidden
you didn’t hide but I didn’t seek
for my heart was distracted by other things
and I couldn’t see
but I loved you in autumn
when the rains came, and leaves began to fall
you were the same my heart needed
when everything changed, and the days became short
and the nights became long
but your heart moved on
and green became yellow
and red became dead
and goodbyes were said
and your eyes looked away when my heart was heavy
and now, my heart’s ready
now that you’re gone
and now I must tell my heart to move on
for though we both loved, we both lost
time wasn’t a friend, nor luck a lady
but still my heart whispers
maybe
and I learn to trust the tides,
trust the seasons, trust that in time
whatever becomes of you and me
whatever is meant to be will be
