Holding Breath For Seasons Poem by Jayson Howard

It’s the week, we should take a walk.
I hear she’s the one I’ve wanted.
Others see it in my eyes, but I, say “I, only fall into her eyes.”
When I see her, I could hold my breath forever,
but not a heartfelt word comes to mind.
She walks away.

Maybe it’s hope keeping me alive these days,
she is hope, she is,
definitely the random.
Eyes like summer, hair like autumn, smile like spring,
but it’s winter, and that’s probably the thing,
the reason I’m here and she’s there.

Believe me, I can’t believe myself.
Drool for another? Fall for another?
But she’s like no other…
but not a heartfelt word comes to mind.
That’s why she walks away not knowing.

This is, this is the end of nothing,
because I have nothing,
and she’s the something.
I know I am nothing,
if I can’t tell her she’s something.