I stare at those hills
that we hiked together.
You liked the snow,
and the chill.
I liked being with you,
and your warmth.

Now though,
you're cold.
And the snowcaps
on those hills are melting.

Seasons, you see.
You were bright as summer.
I showered love.
You froze into a winter-heart.

And I'm a walking tornado now.

- Landlocked Sailor