I don't like going outside,

Because the changing seasons

Painfully reminded me

Of you.

I remember the first time I laid eyes on you.

The spring breeze chilled my veins,

And our love blossomed,

Full of color and shine,

Until we met all colors

Of the rainbow.

And suddenly it was summer.

We became the ocean,

Crashing together at once,

Like the blue tidal waves

Creeping up against the shore.

But autumn was present,

And our colors began to die.

We were no longer the bright red roses.

We were no longer the raging blue ocean.

But we were the leaves that no longer had a soul.

Winter finally came.

All color disappeared like it was never there.

The winter air ate at my skin,

Longing for the warmth of your bright eyes,

But the sun had gone into hiding.

Sometimes I miss the way our flowers blooomed,

The way we floated on the ocean,

Even the way our leaves fell off the trees.

But it all comes back to winter.

It all cycles through the seasons once more.

This is why

I don't like going outside.