For A Season

By Carol Keene

You loved me for a season.
The hot season,
Like the lust we wove into a fabric,
Sheer and gossamere as a sundress.

You loved me for a season,
Despite my hopes, my dreams,
It lasted no more than one literal season.
From warm through hot to tepid;
Like water flowing from a faucet
That spews its heat and runs out of
Steam just when you get used to it.

You loved me for a season,
And as our love cooled,
Your voice, no longer melodic,
Became cold, impatient, abrupt.

You loved me for a season,
And fall is what I did
When the heat of summer chilled.