There’s a time and place for everything.

The time for us is up and we’ve over stayed our welcome at this place.

It’s time to be honest about all that’s we’ve been forcing.

I don’t want to freeze may trying to make winter last all year

We were never able to take root, never able to produce fruit.

We’re only seasonal and it’s ok not to permanent.

There’s something here to take away, but it’s not each other.

I’ll never see flowers bloom again if I refuse to let autumn take its course.

I don’t want to bury the memories under the mistake of sticking around.