seasonally alone

there was once a season 

in the night there were dreams ; full of love

you laid beside me

the underlying feeling of loneliness consumed me

and for some reason it didn’t seem to consume you

maybe it did.

there was a season 

in the morning 

i watched as the sun rise  

believing somewhere, somehow 

you were watching too

were you?

once there was a season 

while it rained 

washed over my sorrow

i walked as if you were alongside me

I talked and received no answer

guess you didn't hear me.

and throughout all the seasons 

you would never,

whether it was night , morning, sunny or rainy.

you were never really there

right?