In time, they’ll quit asking
They’ll quit speaking out
They’ll settle down
Because it’s never the right time like it was
Painful, to have arms wide open
Yearning and hoping
Turned away and deprived
So in time, they’ll quit coming
Already stopped running
It’s never the right time.
When the answer is always wait
Can’t come and be refreshed here
Shouldn’t try, shouldn’t appear
Say it isn’t so
Fading warmth, smile as we put on our coats
Shutting down the once active garden
Can we plant new ones or move on
There’s a time for everything
This must be winter.
What are you thinking about after reading this?