Adjust

Spring to summer.
Summer to fall.
Fall to winter.
Winter to spring.
Every few months brings a change.
But this turn brings a different change.
As we move from fall to winter, something is different.
You left.
Far away,
Far away you went.
And what for?
To marry him?
Why would you marry a man you don’t love?
I guess wealth would be a good enough reason.
But I’ve learned to live without you.
I’ve learned not to care anymore.
After a while you adjust to the lonely days spent watching the snow.
Adjust to the empty mail box.
Adjust to the loss of perfume-scented letters on my desk.
I also heard that you’re unhappy with him.
I guess I’m not the only one going through changes, right?
Because, if I remember correctly, you once used to be happy.
Maybe you need to learn to adjust, sweetie.