12 Seasons, 3 Years,

On a spring day without you. Even if you aren’t there, I still remember you. Over the clouds and peaks up high, across the rivers, across the world. The sun never darkens, and the moon relies deeply. The many raindrops fall, I relinquish my love to you deeply as well. The melody, the feeling of calmness, as it reaches the summit. I shuffle through my memories, trying to reach the feelings. We’ve parted for long, the waves still wash things up the beach, and time never stops. It’s as if I’m digging in the sand trying to find just a penny. My mind is filled with information. I reach out in hopes of reaching warmth, although it's summer. Why's everything blurred? I don’t know. Three autumns, the places we once shared have changed, I wonder if you have too. The many leaves fall, I relinquish my love to you, wondering if you would return the adoration. I’m scared if we meet. Will my feelings not yet change? Everything is confusing but the melodies have not changed. Will I feel the excitement? Or will this be another story in the library, time moves faster the less memories we hold, or does it only seem that way? Surmise this is our last greeting, don’t forget me as I forget you. I already can’t remember your name. Is this our last chance? If only the words could flow out by themselves, if only time could pause for even just a minute. This isn’t a love story, this isn’t a tear-jerker. I just wish you wouldn’t leave. Over the clouds and the frigid peaks up high, across the ice, across the world. The sun darkens from the clouds, and the moon barely appears. The many snowflakes fall, I relinquish my barely lingering love to you. The melody, the feeling of sentimental, as it reaches the summit. After all these years, my thoughts still lead to you. I hope you still remember me, just like how I still remember you.