We fell apart so effortlessly.

Like snowflakes from a cloud.

We looked like we were floating,

but reality was the ground.

 

We came to pieces.

Like leaves withering in fall.

Our hearts and our heads,

got mixed up in it all.

 

We lost our color.

Like paint drying in the sun.

We didn’t mix the right way,

thus the breaking had begun.

 

Is this a sad story?

Or did you just miss the very reason?

The snowflakes, the sun, the leaves,

they’re all part of a season.

 

We healed.

Like the ocean tide closing in over the sand.

Reaching out, crashing, and pulling back, gentle.

 

We loved.