Unspoken admiration, sickness for appreciation
I hear the birds chirping yet I’m not receptive
I do not care on what they are saying or who they are communicating to
Only time I notice is when they fly away. To soar freely to the horizon, I envy.
The clouds are forming
covering the last of winter’s sunlight
The rain dropping, wind cutting
Body aching and shivering,
how I long for another Summer’s day
Summer; full of life, love and warmth
Where happiness was sitting across a table and idly conversing about nothing —which was everything
I didn’t notice when things changed
Or when it started to rain on clear days
I allowed time to move on and showed my indifference
Stubbornly believing things would go back to normal
where I’d find myself across the table in warmth and comfort
I saw Summer in front of my eyes and I saw Summer leave
Without notice or warning,
I saw Summer leave