& I have loved you in all four seasons
It was summer when sunlit, quiet flowers grew inside my mouth, happiness brought the world to my eager hands and I held you, there.
Then autumn came like every fallen leaf I was forgotten; sour and terrified, my restlessness washed me off, death occupies my life, it is too late for you to come back.
Winter; with daggers of silence that cut me with glimpses of you leaving, I was too much for you, I am too much for you, every night my voice shakes, incomprehensible, beyond the cries.
It is spring and my mother is brushing my hair with her fingers, there is a space where the birds don't sing, a dark space the poems can't reach, I am emptied of you there, I am empty, there.
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