Our space felt cold,
colder in December
while warm has gone along the season
yet we let it snow like we never cared
for each other like the flowers never bloom in spring.
"Why do we let it dry like it's the middle of July?"
you asked, but never try.
So we left searching for the universe
but hoping it would bring us back;
ran asking for a moment to breathe
but never knowing how long is the track.