our time has ended the smallest fragment of time we had together that then seemed to have lasted a lifetime but now only a second of my memory if only the clock could go backward we could save our supposed love that love that burned hotter than a blue flame the warmth enough to keep me cozy during your winters and how cold and dangerous those winters were you screamed, and you struck oh, how distant your summers appeared to be the only remedy my love for you winters passed and summers went still, you screamed, and you struck then one day came, the last of all days spent with you i could no longer bear your freezing winters your warming love turned to suffocate no longer heating my cold blood it would be that last time you screamed the last time you struck the last season in your arms