I’m ready for Autumn to make its appearance. Summer has carried an oppressive painful heat, its weight falling heaviest on my heart and they say “Time heals”, so should not the changing season bring with it less pain, less memory, less heartache?
Will not the golden sunlight glinting through red and yellow leaves bring me days of less tears? Won’t this hole in my chest be filled with the scent of fires burning and soft soil beginning to firm in colder temperatures?
Summer has brought three birthdays and one death. The death overshadows all these joyful celebrations of continued breath, for nothing can lessen that memory of feeling the weight of her body breathless. No other time in life have I so wished to hear a breath…and none came.
So, I am ready for Autumn. I am ready for Time to steal from me this ache, these tears, and these nights when all I can do I remember holding her tight and knowing I will never feel her again but it was Summer that stole her from me. For that, I never forgive this heated season. For that, I will always desire to skip from Spring to Autumn, for Summer stole from me the most precious of beings.