Every Season

God, but I waited so much
I waited through every season
Summer pressed up against honey skin
Wondering if the autumn would pass by
but I waited the longest through the winters
frost gathered on my windows
I waited and wondered
If the spring would come back
with flowers on my doorstep
and I wanted to be certain
if you’d find your way back home
but even hope grows tired
even in the kindest hearts
So I had to quit waiting through every season
I watch another season pass by
and then spoke with a future
without your name.