Only in Winter

The sun is hidden behind the grey clouds,
And the coldness invades the bones.
All the colors become somber tones.
And then I remember you,
The nakedness that warmth my body,
The smile that melted ice
And made snow feel like cotton.
Winter never existed when you were here.
Only in Winter do I miss you.
The beautiful terrible winter.

B. Meza (C) 08/23/2015

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