Seasons Poem by Julian Takali

And I sit here writing Summer on autumn leaves
In hopes that through winters frost the ink will bleed
That through the glare of spring they wont recede
But I know you're fleeting just as the seasons breath

So much for the times spent
No wasted
On you
No us
So much for the truth told
No lies
For who
No trust
So much for the songs written
No more
Who knew
No fuss
So much for the fallen leaves
Gusting with the wind
Changing with the seasons
If after all, loving you was self treason