The Seasons

The warmth in the bitter cold.
It is a distant memory within many others like the individual colorful Christmas lights that line up along the white walls.

The collection of the lights like memories of the previous seasons piece together a story. 
The story of me that lead to you, a fuller self.

I wrap the seasons of heart break with those memories shining down, aware that the seasons may repeat themselves
But my heart has changed through them.

As the last day of the winter ends, 
I await the next opportunity to find the one that will give me all four of his seasons no matter how many times they repeat.