Conversation with Love (Published in Plethora Blogazine)

Last summer I asked love to come find me. It grinned and replied for me to wait.

Come autumn it said, and I shall be back. I promise I won’t be late.

 

Autumn approached with haunting steps, golden leaves pirouetted down invisible

spirals.

Its cool air moved close and reminded me, of the long-awaited arrival.

So once more I asked love to come find me. It giggled and told me to hold on.

Come winter it said, and I shall be back. I promise it won’t be too long.

 

Winter arrived and offered its cold touch, embedded nature in a white wonderland.

I felt frozen, I admit but I managed, because I knew my wish was close, at hand.

So again, asked love to come find me. It chuckled and replied that I should rest.

Come spring it said, and I shall be back. I promise then to show more interest.

 

Spring came with green grass, small buds sprung free from the trees,

New signs of life, a new scent, a new breeze.

So, with new hope I asked love to come find me. It laughed and told me to slow down,

Come summer it said, and I shall be back, I promise this time to be around.

 

I waited for summer, while greenery spread, birds sang with joy as the heat advanced.

I was patient ‘tis true, I held on for you, but soon realized that I stood no chance.

The comprehension carried pain, revealed an unbearable truth.

The time spent had been in vain, I have just wasted my youth.

 

By the time you’ll be back, to love, this I said.

I fear I’ll already be dead.