Something about this
time of year causes your distance.
Animals are supposed to
hibernate, not you.
I dread as the leaves
begin to change,
And the air begins to
fill with fog.
I know that you’ll lose
yourself again,
It happens every year.
I suppose it’s the
holidays and festivities,
And missing what you
once had,
But why can’t we build
new memories,
Instead of wallowing in
the past?
I do my best to remain
patient.
As I wait for spring’s
warm,
And
for your heart to once again thaw.
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