Do you love me
in a way that only time can tell?
Something like the love of a season...
the routine changes never hurt us
but the blizzards buried me
and the summer rain was only magical for so long.


Standing beneath the sky with my mouth open
trying to catch the snowflakes
trying to hold on
but you begin to choke
swallowing each delicate memory


I used to bathe in the sunlight
shadows that danced across the blacktop
and your smile


Sweet like raspberries
I remember your kiss
but now we're out of season.