It's forty-two degrees outside,
frost is dressing all the windows,
nose deep in sweater fabric
and licking my chapped lips
trying to remember what you taste like

You hated fall
and winter
and the cold
but I adore it
like I adore how your nimble fingers
danced with your pen
when you wrote me love songs

It's getting harder to remember
since you left last summer
with a dark tan and a mess of hair
and two duffel bags,
you kept saying
"I'm gonna make it big and come back for you!"

But I haven't seen you since last summer
and you changed your cell phone number
I heard you got a girlfriend
and you like winter and fall now