Seasons

"What are we?"a constant doubt that lingered along
He didnt understand my depth of attachment
We are two renditions of the same song
One melodious n loved, the other poetic and spent.
                                       
Walk away, a little voice said to survive
Grief is a loss never worthy to be found                                    
be sagacious,a virtue to imbibe
All I could hear is our songs sound

Days go by by counting fallen autumn leaves
Collected in a corner to form a heap
A heavy sigh once did I heave
that why out of faith, did I leap?

The snow that falls leaving prints    
Never to last long enough to memorise
The cold leaves that loose its pigments
The emptiness,hard to summarise