Four leaf clover

In cold evenings, when the forecaster
predicts a scatter of hail to fall
I wish you had sent me a voicemail
So that I could have played it over and over
Awfully soon, and 
Long after your departure
This season will not last forever
It was dreamy and rose colored
Until it was over
Loss of an autumn into winter
A goodbye letter to a lover
One day, I will cry over the loss of grace
And warmth’s absence
But for now, I hate how well the phrases
“I love you” and 
“Time fades everything with its passage”
go together
I had said, I want to be in love with you
for an eternity
But it ended before I could even
feel the fragrance of a gentle spring
Still, don’t look back with pity or be somber
I had been in love with you madly
And my hands were warm for the first time that winter
Faiza Islam is an aspiring poet who dreams of catching a falling star.