In the autumn I looked at you when your back was turned
You corrected my mistakes
In the winter my blushes burned
The frosted days were heated to fever pitch
We smoked in bed
Spring thaw brought no relief
You chased me across continents
(Was it me you were looking for?)
The summer brought us back to earth.
I read the Bell Jar and you ignored me for a fortnight
I cried for a three hour drive, with two songs on repeat
Autumn came, then winter,
Spring thaw, summer rain.
You were my constant inconsistency.
We said goodbye too many times.
I wrote so many things for you, that you will never read.