Abdicate

It’ll be Winter by the time I even know it’s Spring;
the darker days will steal away the light that Summer brings.
And in a black reflection, I’ll be thumbing through my things,
to find when years felt vast and sheer, and more than casual flings.

If only we’d known it in our youth
and held our reign like Kings.

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