The first winter I spent in awe of you
learning more when I thought I knew
all there was to know about days like those
covered with goosebumps from my head to my toes
a blazing inferno inside while the outside froze.
The second winter I spent spinning out of orbit
much greatness there was but little time to absorb it
you were volcanic lava spilling atop the snow
layers of you flowed across me heavy and slow
and I only paid attention to what I wanted to know.
This winter I spend in reality, dying
at a loss for all the time I'd been buying
time I'd spent waiting for just a moment with you
but those moments became too far, too few
I am an ice sculpture, now frozen through.
I'm still now only to wait to thaw from the numb
since winter one- and all the seasons from
I've been living in this world of pretend
unaware till now how you condescend
so I'll have spring, summer, and fall again...