cosiness abandoned for a summer dress
sort of reckless, abandonment of self
cocktails & summer scents
drunk on a thought of an everlasting moment
there’s hope
but hope is a weak word
sharp shapes of slate chip my mind & soul
was made whole for a while
but falsely or was it?
was it just for the fleeting moment
twilight moves
resulting in thoughts
of forever
dawntime
& it dawns on me
that it may not
be forever
so the summertime is abandoned
the recklessness is reigned in while
Autumnal elements
turn scarlet & maroon
before
the winter encloses & crushes
the heart & soul
so yes
instead of hope, let’s say faith
faith propels
forward
not looking backwards
but the remains of sadness remain