My Seasons Changed

The Seasons go by,
Spring,
Summer,
Fall,
And now my Winter is here.

The Seasons flew by like a passing weekend.
Even though I remember everything,
the smell of flowers blooming in the my Spring time.
The heat from the sun on my skin in my Summer,
And the colors of nature in the my Fall.

My Winter slowly wraps itself around  me in its cold embrace
and I can feel myself slipping away.
The darkness slowly consumes me,
leaving me with nothing more than my bitter Winter memories.

My Season is ending.
In this dark,
cold place I’ve come to call home.

I ask my loved ones to never forget me.
Remember me in my in Spring,
And Summer,
And even my Fall.
Remember the woman I once was before my Winter came,
before I became nothing more than a memory.