It's a cold wintery morning and I miss you.
Because last winter, cold mornings meant you.
Fog on the windows paired with your warmth.
You were the winter I fell in love with.
Your smile was the fog that rendered me blind.
Your words were the fire that kept me warm.
Summer has come and gone.
And I stand again at the threshold of winter,
Wondering how to light a fire.
It's a cold wintery morning and I miss you.
(Inspired by a movie)
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