Winter

Our affair is over!

You arrived when I longed for you. I used you, comforting holiday lights, warm love of family, snowy fun.

But now I’m finished. I won’t need you until next year. Why do you always stay too long?

Please leave me. I now long for my next romance. Sweet scent of blooms, melodic music of robins, saturating sunshine that doesn’t fade

See you next year.

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