seasons

we don’t talk
like we once did
the summers humid haze
evaporating into fall
clouds sliding atop one another
in an unenviable but beautiful dance

here we are
looking to the sky
hoping for rain
knowing that when it comes
it can only serve
to make the seasons worse

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