Bitterness of spring

Summer, winter, autumn, spring

These are a few of my least favourite things

For when summer comes back again I find that everything is the same, but one thing changed

And you will never come back again

Left to my Suffering, knowing that I could do nothing

That’s a coward’s way of thinking

Nothing comes from nothing

Now it’s too late and only hindsight keeps me thinking

Keeps me from continuing

Another coward’s excuse

But I am a coward

And, truly, your leaving didn’t change a thing

I hope you forgave my cowardness as I forgave yours

I love you

I hope you’re free