You smile when you see me As if to remind me That you are a small part of me. That parts of him I knew were actually pieces of you, reflected. That the rhythm of you is written in his spring, and You, too, replay on the backs of his eyelids when he sleeps, That we have both known the burn of his warmth; Both shared the blush after one of his ******* lines. You were his ice cold spring, and He was my only summer. He was warm to my touch and now My heart doesnβt know how to live in the winter. I smile back because none of it really matters.