Seasons of Love (WIP)

You remind me of sunflowers in the summer,

You remind me of snowflakes in the winter,

You remind me of birth in the springtime

And in autumn, you remind me of falling.

Hard, and fast.

But sometimes, slowly.

Staccato.

Keystrokes on a piano.

I have never been wise enough

To play an instrument,

But if I ever had the talent,

I would serenade you

With an entire symphony

Because my voice will never carry

Enough

Of our memories to the table

To make this any kind of Thanksgiving feast.

I don’t want you to eat my words.

I just wish that you would listen.

Just listen.