Winter Snow

Snow is hated in the winter
And longed for in the summer
Just like the hot air is in the summer
Or how you are for me
When we are apart it is sweet nothings
It is all incumbasing half heartedness
 But when we are together
It is ‘I should have done this’
‘I shouldn’t have said that’
It is that feeling in my gut that tells me…
No.  I won’t say that
Because thou snow is hated in the winter
If it is not there
It is missed