Every Season, A Betrayal
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Spring, a soft hand on your cheek that slips away, blossoms torn mid-bloom, their sweetness already rotting.
Summer, heat pressed into your skin, breath stolen, light so bright you forget it will leave you in the dark.
Autumn, gold disguising the wound. A fall so slow you never see how deep the cut goes.
Winter, truth without mercy. That crack you hear is your own heart, splintering. Another year starts. Another smile. Another mouth that isn’t the one you were promised.
What has the Vivaldi of poetry come up with here? Four seasons (of love?) - but none of them what the speaker had hoped for. All leading inevitably, through disappointment and betrayal of their initial promise, to a new year in which the same pattern may be repeated. Ingenious, Paul.
"Another year starts. Another smile. Another mouth that isn’t the one you were promised."
Thank you for restacking, @rena 🌻🌻