End of Seasons

By: Heather Nanni

She asked so sweetly

if summer would come back.

And I thought of you.

About how you would soon pass

and not return for another season.

The finality of it

so profound.

You have almost fully departed

disappearing as you breathe.

As the crickets quietly sing

as the leaves turn

as the season changes

and they and you fall.

And as the past no longer exists

nor will you.

But in the present

you will always dwell in my heart.

And there I will carry the piece of you

that I knew

that was ours

through the seasons

until I too pass.