Full circle.

We came around full circle.

Our hearts sprouted in the summer. 

We flourished in the sunlight, like daffodils growing towards the sky. 

Our hearts withered in the fall. 

As the petals began to fall from their center, so did I from you. 

Our hearts froze in the winter. 

Much like the the gardens covered in snow, our hearts were subdued by the coldness overcome by our absence. 

By the time spring came along, my heart re awoke. 

Much like the daffodils that lined my house, my heart defied the cold and began to again grow hungry for the warmth. Much like the daffodils, I felt my heart once again long for the sun that had vanished since last summer.

By the time summer came along, my heart was new. 

Much like the daffodils in front of my house, I was a new flower. I had grown, crumbled, and started again. 

As much as the daffodil I was like, a new daffodil I became. 

We came full circle.

But while the seasons are a cycle, no year will be the same. 

No flower will be the same.

.K SG C.