Poem: Every Season

Feelings that slip
Reality becomes a trip
In this lifetime
You might not ever love me
You might pass me by
And I might try
To remind you of my whereabouts
You won’t show.
Just like last December
I remember
Being numb
From your cold shoulders
I don’t know if you belong to someone else
Or you’re just thinking about yourself
I can predict the same behavior
Every season

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