I don\'t think it\'s true
that time heals all wounds -
you can try and forget
but with each season that passes
she will be there.
The delicate scent
of her petal perfume
will linger on the air
in the Spring -
she is more abloom than ever now,
her new beginnings
awakening things you never could
her pastel palette
always so washed out beside you
now brighter than ever
vibrant and vernal and
finally thriving.
Her eyes will be reflected
in the glistening, breathtaking blue
of the ocean in the Summer
and you will remember the dizzying heat
of her hand in yours
as you gaze out
to find where the sea meets the sky
the waves will break
and so will you.
You will see the auburn of her hair
in vivid Autumn leaves -
they will remind you of the way
she would curl herself into you
bristling against the chill
smelling of pumpkin spice and bonfire smoke
ever changing
but always looking like
the comfort you craved.
And you always knew
she had ice in her veins
like the winter -
you will watch the snow fall and realise that she, too
was unique
mesmerising
would melt at your touch
but she was never cold to you;
she was the welcome heat
of an open fire
you were afraid to get too close to
in case you found
you liked the way she burned.