by lizisarealist

Does love really grow?

Or does it wither away?

Like the flower you blow back into the earth. Seeing it lightly explode before your eyes.

Like the firefly you chase after 

Like the moon that hides behind the clouds. 

All beautiful things. 

Your presence sometimes distant, but still remains 

Green grass in the winter

Snow in the spring

Love could be a seasonal thing.

Yet, I still hope for that feeling…

That feeling I get when he says he has to go.

When I really just want him to stay forever

So we can exist in that moment we  had together 

Then years go by…

We have either changed, or we are no longer together 

We really moved along just like the weather.

I’m waiting for my Indian summer to return.