Love, Cooling With the Seasons

I miss the summer breeze
And the way it would tug at my hair
Like a gentle lover.

I miss the taste of your smile,
Your lips at my ear
Whispering secrets
Softly.
Fingers intertwined
in each others' hair,

Perhaps our hearts were
only resting against each other.

You said you loved me,
Are you still mad I couldn't
Wouldn't
Say it back?

I'm afraid that I'll never
love anyone
the way that that I loved you.

I hope you're happy, dear.
Whether you think it or not,
You deserved better than my anyways.