Our love began in the winter, when snow frosted the trees. We pretended the table was a ship on high seas. Spring celebrated our hearts with sweet blooms all around, and we laughed as we picnicked on the grassy green ground. In midsummer I was forced to spend time away, yet you swore that you loved me more every day. Now it’s gone autumn and the air holds a chill, but I’m here at our place; I wait for you still. I know you can’t see me, but I can see you, in the arms of another, your promise untrue.
Written for 100 Word Wednesday #172.
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