Bad Poetry

Change

Winter has come

My breath begins to turn to frost

I start to regret everything I've lost

these past few years

Twisting and turning

cold and hurting

In the freezing warmth of my own bed

Spring has come

Snow starts to melt

I regret telling her how I felt

As I walk out of the classroom door

I remember all the fun times we had before

and wish I could experience those memories again

Summer has come

I look at photos and mementos I kept

and closed the door before I silently wept

I think it's time to move forward

I think it's time to look toward

the future and forget the past

Autumn has come

I saw you again today

to my classroom, on the way

I refuse to forget

these feelings of regret

and so I face you again

So I can be with you once more.