It's the cold weather season.
Feeling the breeze kiss my skin,
I can't help but be so lost
My eyes water as the wind barely touches my eyes
It's when I remember
Those bickering nights
Of finding warmth within the sheets
Between one another
But as I recall
I wonder
Why did I never wake up next to you
Why were you always active before me
Or sleeping away...
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