Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
For Every Season
I traced a frozen heart on the glass.
No longer were your initials available to interlace with mine.
The storms and passion of our verdant spring had been replaced with a summer of striving, of building and succeeding.
Then came the slow days of fall with graying edges and softer curves. Less storms, deeper passion and easy contentment.
But winter always comes with her bleak loneliness, where everything you love wrinkles and withers and dies.
I buried you in darkest winter.
My heart will stay empty until we meet in spring: one soul shared again and again.
Do you believe that soul mates will find each other in every life time? It sounds improbable but when you love someone deeply you can’t imagine not finding them again and again.
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