Five Seasons with Grief

You left me this autumn. I stand alone under our tree. Our childhood memories lingered in the cold autumn air. The leaves had all fallen, against my will, might I add. Believe me, I tried sticking the leaves back on, but the ground became their new home regardless.

You are not gone. My heart refuses to cry. But if I could tell the truth, I do miss you. They say you are never truly gone. Yet, your presence fades, much like autumn itself. Thus, my arms are left empty without anyone to return my embrace.

The more I think about it, you were selfish to abandon those who loved you most. I cherished you and this is how you repay me? Now you have changed and left me behind. Our dreams are left to prosper without a drive.

How long must I cry before I can move on? A few months have gone by, yet it feels like a thousand years without your warm touch. I fear I can never be at peace once more. If I joined you, my burden of tears would be shared. Alas, to see you hurt would be a punishment greater than death. I suppose that is the price of being loved so much.

Maybe I shouldn’t have done those things to you. You would still be here. What must I do to bring you back? I know you are no longer; my heart still aches for you. I would not hesitate to make a deal with death, but is it not not useless to prolong something after a fulfilling end?

Another autumn has come. The air is as cold as the years before. Maybe you are gone, and the autumn leaf with your name has fallen. It beckons for us to be as one, but I must wait before I can join you.