We met in December
Locked eyes and fell instantly.
I never liked the cold.
But I liked the late nights.
Talking.
Whispering secrets in the in-between
Or sharing looks of longing.
Quietly.
I never liked the cold.
You say winter makes it worse.
That it reminds you of growing up.
A turning point.
Trading blows instead of cards,
Where baseball bats
Aren't used
For baseball
Anymore.
I never liked the cold.
And my heart tore
When you showed me the pills lining your pockets.
"Just in case,"
You would say
"I need a quick escape,"
And I never knew
I could feel so numb
As when they called
And said what you had done.
That you were gone.
I never liked the cold.
But I really liked you.