Last fall we began
as lost, wide-eyed children
huddling close out of fear.
And the cool, indifferent breezes of change
chilled you.
By winter they had frozen you through.
When spring arrived
and thawed you,
the flowers began to bloom.
Wanting to share in this brief beauty and warmth,
you forgot.
As the summer's heat wilted the flowers, I remained.
As fall set in, and change gusted again, you were not afraid.
And I will battle winter's chill alone.

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