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You arrived like spring:
gardens and porches
in full bloom
mood sonorous with
the anticipation and promise
of summer.

You left like autumn:
memories
strewn around like leaves
air pregnant
with an unmistakable chill.

You linger like winter :
earth and sky
swathed in grey
heart and mind smothered
in anguish
bequeathing a soul
full of yearning
a spirit, gasping for breath.