You told me once
that my name
reminds you of Summer.
Of its warm breeze
and the scalding heat of the sand
against your feet.
Of the scent of saltwater
that evaporated into the sky.
I never told you this,
that your name reminds me of Spring.
A picture of lush green meadows
on the mountainside
and of flowers in bloom.
Of hopes and dreams
that I've once learned to let go.
It reminds me that
the cold winds of Autumn
and the flurry of snow of Winter
too shall pass,
and in its wake
shall only remain
another clean slate
for new beginnings.
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