Within the Four Seasons of Knowing You

Breaking Apart

It was you and me.
Nothing in the world was stronger than our love.
If you couldn't see it, you could hear it.
It was the birds chirping at my window when the sun came up.
It was the breeze in the wind on a summer afternoon.
It was the crickets in the night after we both had fallen asleep.
It was a clock's tick of every second of every day.
And if you couldn't hear it, you could feel it.
It was the warmth of the sun against my skin.
It was that tingling in the pit of your stomach.
It was the waves of the ocean and the sand tickling in between your toes.
It was you and me.
But, eventually, our love became weak.
You could no longer see it, hear it, or feel it.
And in the end, it was just me.