It’s been Winter for a while now,
And through the cold, I’ve been looking for an antidote, to cure us from all the poisonous words we’ve said
from the things we did that we didn’t mean
from the futile moments of regret we would have taken back in a heartbeat
I ask myself: With all the pain this affinity has been putting me through, is it all still worth it?
And immediately, I say, “yes, it is.”
But the conviction I once held is starting to fade away, and I correct myself:
“Yes, I think it is. I’m not sure. Is it?”
And slowly, my faith fades, like cobwebs slowly clearing out in the Spring,
“Maybe it was, but not anymore.”
I would have loved to have lived through all the seasons with the same love I had back in the First Fall.
But as the season changes, we do as well.