to every girl I’ve ever loved
the emotions I’ve felt before the current age were similar, yet perplexed
each coming and going as the wrinkles appeared on my face
never attached or for long from the lack of my words and eyesight
my heart was never ready, and they saw that
as the time passed, so did the interests, until they became platonic
some, still close to my heart in the new path.
however, as the hair grew, so did my vision,
that’s when the four seasons came.
my love in the fall was different.
we wore masks to each other from the start
voices barely translated, grasped with only confusion
something I’ve felt before, but brought into life out of regret.
her hair, more blonde beyond what should’ve been
the words that we said weren’t of true, breaking at each sentence
everything she gave was too early and of too much strength
what I was given, I pushed away, both for my own sake and hers.
then came the love in the winter.
after the chains fell, I roamed through a small city with her
connected through the same melodies, brought from harmony
songs of the unknown, synchronized by our wavelengths
the snow fell on our face while our words seemed to stumble
I was slipping on the ice of the streets when she danced gracefully
that’s when our eyes didn’t look at each other the same.
although through her, I learned love for the world and for myself again.
I’m thankful for her now, a path we are walking differently,
better than the original steps we took.
but her, the love in the spring.
the bouquet of flowers were unlikely and of accident, but a new fragrance
a new world brought in a basket, from of the inside and out
a feel I’ve never touched in my life, each sunrise gave something new to see
the love brought to me was unfamiliar, hence the love I brought to her
the art we saw was of the same taste, and so were our thoughts
each emotion matched together so perfectly,
a different shade of ourselves is what we unlocked.
she gave me the most of myself than anyone in my life.
however, even though our eyes told each other a similar story,
our thoughts weren’t the same after I walked the archway alone.
a thousand tears came after the dust settled,
and a thousand hours it took for me to heal
holding her hand was the hardest to let go of.
and then, at last, the love of the summer.
she was beautiful, and I still think so.
the paintings she created, ones of essence and beauty,
she saw a different perspective of renaissance that I never did,
a sight from my eyes that carried me towards her
the words we traded each night were of trueness and of affection,
something that brought peace to my heart.
each day when the light burned, however, our faces were in different directions.
the timing of the hour glass was off.
each day, words were falling apart in pieces,
the goodbye was peaceful and out of mercy.
thankfully, her love is still carried to me, as mine to her.
thank you, to the seasons and the ones before them,
for bringing the best parts of my heart and of my eyes,
a soul touched and never tarnished,
giving the best gifts to travel in one’s lifetime.
the dragon never lingers in the dark anymore from the light you’ve shown.
the words from my tongue could never articulate each emotion given,
even from the enrichment you’ve brought to them.
truly, thank you for everything. I’ll see you when the seasons come again.
