When you left me in the spring,
a part of me died and resurrected into
the waterfalls of Niagara that you
loved to watch in the summertime.
Then came November,
where I became an autumn leaf
that swayed off of a tree,
and perfectly down your path
just moments before I hit the ground.
And in the winter,
I manifested into a snowflake
that melted onto your tongue
despite the fact that you
can’t stand the cold.
It just goes to show that
no matter how much time has elapsed,
never do I ever seize
to fall for you.