The Bet

I bet you the wolves howl at the moon for you just as the stars that fall in and out of the sky.

Just as long as I was in your arms, I don’t mind being…..

Yet…. I still think of you in the Springtime when all was calm and the air was crisp.

And in the Summertime when you and I fell asleep in the park when the sunset was at its peak.

But after all in the subtle Autumn breezes, we would play in the leaves as they turned crisp and brown….

But now all those seasons are gone; but I’ll wait until the next after the next till you return.

And I bet you always will….

Even when it is too late….