she left.
yet, if days were weeks, and weeks were months,
it would seem the day she left was not summer's rebirth
but the return of winter.
my heart chilled after our parting
as time passed i told myself
i was incapable of longing
yet the winter months came and passed
and as the white witch's kiss thawed
so did my heart
and like years of past
after the ice had melted
and the air had warmed
nature took her breath,
and waited for the buds to grow
yet my heart chose otherwise,
it took no breath, did not hesitate
for now it is summer in my heart
love has found me and bloomed.
winter has left, and an eternal summer begun.
absence makes the heart grow fonder
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