raison d'être (reason for existence)

you are my reason for existence and i will exist only while you exist throughout the seasons.

your presence fills my lungs like petrichor

after the thunderclouds have mourned their spring of tears

your arms are branches of sterling bark

growing around my frame and encasing me into summer

your smile reverberates over and over in my skull

like a single chestnut leaf discarded by the warmth, i fall

your voice is a raw chill frozen in my bones

i can't feel my fingertips and i inhale the solitude of winter