Seasons (Poetry Story)

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The weather is getting colder

And the heat is becoming a distant memory

And things aren't as they would be

If the sun was still around

But I guess things blossom just to die down.

Maybe I should've noticed

When you started giving me the cold shoulder

That I was no longer your only lover

You started spending more time on your phone

When we were together

It's in that moment that I should've known

That there was another

Somebody told me they saw you with him

Now you're telling me he's only a friend

It's almost like you want this to end.