I fear the season’s change for us

I get a chill every night these days
and I can feel it in my bones.

I can’t escape the ice of it,
the thing that comes home
and shrieks in the wind,

this winter of our relationship,
where it is so obvious
that you are in love with her,
not me,

and because of that,
you left me alone with myself
for too many days.

Even if the great glowing light rises,
even if we pass the spring’s halfway point
and the sun begins to warm us all again,
I fear the season’s change for us
cannot be undone

And I will be cold again, forever.

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