Nothing last

Forever and as I pull you into the next season

I feel the wind and rain trying to pull you into the storm.

We’ve been trying to outrun these storms for the last few months.

But this time, I’m tired, and I know you will catch me if I fall.

But how many more seasons will we be blessed with?

I know I shouldn’t worry about the end, but like a good story, I always want to see the beginning and the end before I’m delighted that it’s okay to enjoy it.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes