a season
A Season is a poem about watching someone you love change before your eyes—and realizing only afterward how much you were already saying goodbye. Told through Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring, it follows the final seasons of my father’s life: from ordinary morning coffees and familiar pain to hospital rooms, a cancer diagnosis, and the unbearable moment when love became grief.
Some memories arrive as moments. Others return as seasons.
Friends to Lovers; Patience Is A Virtue
He confidently told me he “brought my A-game”, and I can confidently agree the man knows what he is doing. And as if the Universe wanted to keep me humble, I experienced the worst hot-flash I’ve had to date that very night — it still wasn’t as embarrassing as it should have been.
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