Adam Shirley

season's farewell

You asked me if people are seasonal

meant to only exist in your life for a while

and through all the holes you have disappeared into

I fear at the thought of being one

which you question, which you imply

that I may be soon to die-- in those memories of yours

do you ask me to find a reason? An easier way to say

that the fall of your thoughts have arrived to end our summer's day

I couldn't be wise, because I was loving like a fool

kept pouring my heart until it called me cruel 

you stop and call me kind but I can't help but refuse

for I was your seasons love-- and I was the loving fool. 

 

 

 

 

Comments1

  • Seek

    True talk. Love is for all seasons, for all eternity.

    • Adam Shirley

      I so agree with you Seek, thank you very much.

      • Seek

        Kindly take the time to read my poem "When Evil is God". Any comments, critical or otherwise will help me write better and will be greatly appreciated. Thanks.



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