the summer/the winter

when I was bitter, resentful
the world turned to winter
when I was happy
it all turned to spring
when it got warmer, in summer
i knelt down beside her
i whispered: “that’s just the way of things”
that’s just the way of things

when I was younger, weaker
i found her a dreamer
when I was older
i found her a friend
but worlds on an axis
turn springtime to winter
i whispered: “that’s not the way it should end”
that’s not the way it should end

when I stumble, falter
i can’t help but wonder
what the next
winters will bring
she’ll look up and smile
her head on my shoulder
she’ll whisper: “that’s just the way of things”
that’s just the way of things