Winter winds strike my cheeks, waking me up and reminding me that the air is as cold as your lifeless body.
So cold, as if you were buried in the snow, and I remember how I miss you.

Spring flowers blossom; its petals coming back to life and showing off its beauty.
I remember that you're not a flower, and I still miss you.

Summer sunshine burns my skin like a flame, sizzling every time it is touched.
The smell of sunscreen and barbecue floats in my nose; have I told you I missed you?

Autumn leaves drift through the crisp air, reminding me of how much you and leaves are alike.
Both float throughout the atmosphere, without the knowledge of how much I miss you.

As each season occurs, and as the time passes, I realize I can't bring you back.
I can't change the past, and all I can do for now is miss you.