When the lands have run dry,
And the fruits have shriveled up
When the breeze makes you shiver
And the bees are laid to rest
I Remember our December
The warmth of candle lit conversation
And our anticipation
I sowed the seeds of our regret
After the frost, to forget.
And in the spring came the crop.
Then the memories came flooding in
A beautiful harvest, but one only I got to see
Far too late
Too much for me to bare, it lays rotting.
Baron and defeated
And then the cycle continues
Each year, the fields more fruitful than the last
And each year I let it rot away.
Fragile memories never looked back.
I reminisce on what could have been
And then a little dove, flew through my window
To remind me of what was
I tended to the harvest that year.
I cherished every fruit, handling it with care
Looking back on each memory we shared.
Each a hard lesson to learn from
The love is gone but not forgotten
Now each year I collect
No longer neglecting the fields
Using my yields to learn and grow
But always knowing, how I'll miss you so
This poem is about closure, and how processing past relationships can be hard, but each experience of ours can be a fruitful lesson we sometimes need to learn