Seasons

Its funny to me to feel like we can almost be,

Something that is full of uncertainty.

We talk and laugh,

Yet nothing seems to last.

You share your stories,

And how you’ve been.

You share your dreams,

And what you want to be.

Yet for some reason we cannot be.

This is something that is contradicting.

You may feel likes its out of reach,

But all you have to do is leap.

I’ll be waiting to catch your fall,

Much like the winter does to the fall.

And when spring and summer come back around,

You will know that I will be here to stick around.