seasons come and go

the season has forgotten once again.
i was waiting for you to come, but not a single sign.
has it not been the same?
the various memories that linger bit by bit
are slowly piercing my consciousness,
as some choose to be remembered,
others are simply there.
let
go ---

and i walk on.
the warm breeze that touched my face
kept me conscious of my reality.
this bittersweet reality
i wish not to see
holding on and holding back
it has let go
it has forgone.