Evaporating Seasons

Stardust blankets lacrimosa skies, a requiem of times gone by. The taste of late summer nights still lingers on bittersweet lips, yet somehow, now, it’s become stale—like blue cheese and old pickles. A crisp breeze cascades from the north, ushering in the dawn of autumn. Vivid memories begin to fade from lucidity. Crystal droplets fall from despondent eyes, puddling around forsaken feet. Swimming in grief, struggling to breathe, I begin drowning in agonized anguish. Reaching out for you, my fingers crumble within my grasp, for ghosts can’t pull you from the plunge. As emotions overwhelm with every heartbeat, I sink further into this beckoning night, my soul crashing under increasing pressure. Flickering recollections fade in and out of view— hypoxic, flesh turning blue. Muscles tighten, flinch. Clenching my chest, cardiac arrest imminent, for your untimely demise was my fatality.