Thinking in the Winter Dead Present

Cold and icy
nothing to do
here I am
writing about you

Thinking of your face
wondering where you are
I\'m lost in space
you seem so far

Gazing out of the window
looking at the dead trees
thinking into the future
at the colors of spring

The warm weather
perfect for baseball
remembering that�s how we met
and when I started to fall

Stuck in the past
the best time
because then you weren�t mad
and we were fine

Skipping from spring to summer
how it was increasingly hot
but we played baseball
whether it was steaming or not

Our love of the game
brought you and me together
and I thought we�d always be close then now, forever

But small-town rumors
began to fly
and whatever you believed
was just a lie

You fell for the fabrication
what everybody told
but when I spoke the truth
you had already turned cold

I ask why such a smart person
fell for the dumbest thing
and the only answer I got from you was that you had nothing to say

As you spoke
what little words you said
my heart broke
and the summer heat
began to turn cold

The fire I loved in your eyes
went out and died
and took with it the love
and November Nights

The nights
we spent playing basketball
watching chick flicks, eating popcorn and having a ball

Now I come back
to the winter- dead present
and I feel so numb inside
with what seems like obsession

But you are not an obsession
just the one I love
and when I think
I can show my affection
I shutter at the thought and run.