Our Season Poem by Lloyd Cresci

As reality looms like a stormy sky,
And I know that you'll never be back,
I prepare for the thunder and lightning,
Knowing there will be no slack.
I miss the attention you paid to me,
Knowing there will be no more.
I wish I could have it all back again,
For that attention, I did so adore.
Had they said that we would end this way,
I'd have turned on them and scoffed,
But you and I know that we will be okay,
And all will be much better off.
The seconds, and minutes, and hours, and days,
Will drag slowly while we're on our own.
Till we see in each of our gardens someday,
Those shy flowers, have finally grown.
Then all of this will be fond memories,
Of our season, we shared in the sun.
You and I will then gladly look back,
And be happy for all the shared fun.