Cold Spring

It’s a cold spring without you.
It’s a cold spring without your warm solace.
Winter did not turn to spring without you.
Your absence cast a cold shadow over spring.
It was in the spring that you left me
and brought winter back.
It never left.
You left a white frost in my brown hair.
That winter will never leave.
Frostbitten dreams.

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