As The Seasons Change Poem by C. Ryan Thomas

As the seasons change,
one thing
remains the same
lost,
without vision
eyes glossed,
using time
settling,
my soul is not revived

missing, forbidden
gorgeous,
while leaving lesions
shes capable
with little effort
of inescapable
remembrance

even with
casual persistence

so from,
bottom to breast
i begin to numb
for one thing remains the same
as the season change

that i,
have participated,
in an act called love