I dont feel good in and about this winter. What has happened? Is it the weather turning you ice cold? But you weren't that warm in autumn either. Must have been the wind. And what about the spring? Perhaps you didn't like the hand picked red roses I bring. And what can you say about summer? When everything I said you took as a ******. What about the in betweens? When the weather kept changing? Where were you? The clouds are heavy. My tears are dripping.  Where are you? I still ponder why you have been so cold lately. I have waited all four seasons contemplating what it is. Shall I wait for you? Another four? I think about stretching it to summer. But our last time together on that wet sand and soothing water wasn't so warm either. Maybe what compels me, repelled you? Perhaps, when I sought solace in your arms, it was suffocation and disharmony for you? Life, how two people experience and feel the same thing so differently, isn't it?