Your frozen heart will thaw
With the coming of spring
But I will suffer through summer,
Yearning for the wintry chill
That is company to
an icy void within.
Hanging rigid,
You are a lethal weapon.
Glacial.
You favor frigid air.
I, too, hang frozen,
But desire the heat.
Torn between
your biting needs
And the lure
of changing seasons,
We drop, finally
Detached.
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