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Why do I miss the snow in the summertime?
Aching for home, past the county line.
Yet in the cold, I cry out for warmth.
Something to keep. Something of mine.
Why do I want to be alone?
I can dance around and sing out loud.
Let myself smile a little if I'm still allowed.
When it's sunny and bright I miss Christmastime.
Gingerbread houses, chestnuts on an open flame.
The streets were alive with shining colorful lights.
But all grown up, it's just not the same.
Why do I crave company?
We sit around, what do we even talk about?
Wine in hand...
Smiles all around...
Empty eyes looking straight through.
I didn't think seasonal blues,
could happen all year round.
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