Summer! Did you just make me miss you?

I met you in Summer

Hell! You were Summer.

One season that I never was fond of.

I, a girl with an autumn-cold heart

drawing crude caricatures of aloofness.

Guess, which season I miss now!

We have December starting

winters approacing

And I don’t have

any fresh memories to hold onto

or the taste of your first words reviving my bones

or your warm smile to stop my shivers.

How cruel and systematic the universe has to be

to not make me meet you in every season for the first time.

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