I hate hot weather.
Not because it reminds me of you,
But because I forget you.
I hate hot weather.
People can call me masochistic
For bathing in unforgiving white.
But honestly,
The more it warms,
The more you melt
From my mind.
I hate hot weather.
Because when it’s cold,
I can still feel your presence
warming my back.
I hate hot weather.
I can’t help
Trying to grab at the snow.
Wishing I could keep a part of you with me
Before you left.
I hate hot weather.
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