Season of Lost.

It was a friend,
once a close bond,
once so merry;

There was this chance,
so bright,
not too imaginative,
that you think you'd almost have a touch of it;

And this momentum you've always had,
thought that it will be controlled,
content of how things were....


..until one day,
where the frequency met,
they spark together and was vacuumed into the black hole.


This is when that you would call,
the season of lost.