With the change of the seasons comes the change inside of me. Warmth escapes this dark body. Under the thumb of the weather, the flowers die and wilt. Under the thumb of the weather as the earth’s axis tilts. The echo of spring still rings in my head. The frost on my window. I can’t see anything outside of myself. I have put everything into forgetting. Sweeping the leaves through the door. I have spent all of my time walking away only to find myself looking back. I was never able to face the fact that this would never stay. You don’t exist.