love, at this point in the season, was a distant concept.
i had forgotten what it was like to have someone ask,
'are you okay?'
and as usual, time itself moved on despite the pain blooming in my chest.
i expected magnificent roses laced with blessings.
instead i began to cough up bloodied red dahlias.winter is coming.
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i met two seasons
Poetrysome seasons come and go, but others seem to stay forever ©️kairipopa poetry