When we first met
you told me you always kept your window open
and as I lay in your bed the summer sun warmed my body.

Wrapped in your arms I never noticed the chill of fall
that blew in through that open window
and stirred around orange, yellow, and red amongst our green.

Then one winter's day I stood outside your window
my hand pressed against the glass
as ice crystals fell against the pane.

When we first met
you told me you always kept your window open.