Picture us during the winter:
the mistletoe hangs
and the snow comes down.
during fall
when things change color
and leaves start to drift to the ground.
spring,
where the rain pours
but the flowers bloom.
or summer
where the hot sun shines
and the beaches are full.
but something feels wrong
because without you in the winter
there's no one to keep me warm.
and during the fall
i sit alone watching my colors fade.
during spring
all there is to do is watch the rain pour
and during summer
this beach towel next to me seems
like there's something missing
and i cant take this heat no more.
any season can mean anything
but without you
it all means nothing.
