It got cold.
It used to be so warm, so bright.
But it got colder, darker,
dragging me into a world of frozen hearts
and calculated smarts.

I left to find my sunshine again.
To find the brightness,
the laughter
and the freckles
of happiness that spotted my face
like all the stars in space.

But the cold followed.
a tendril didn't melt over the golden,
overwhelmingly hot summer.
I can do nothing more than hope
that I will learn to like the cold, that I will cope.