Seasons Never Mattered

Can you still remember? The cold September rain. It was sweater

weather. You had holes in your jeans. The ground was always wet.

And the sky was always gray. I would drive all night to stay for half

a day. Key hollow smelled like nicotine. When the leaves began to change.

Moments became memories. Home had a new name. Seasons will always change.

And time will always pass. Minutes turn to months. We were only

counting laughs. But the seasons never mattered. The sky always felt blue.

I'd weather any storm. If I can be with you. I can still