WEATHER FORECAST
The maples are dressed in crimson robes,
The oaks in various hues.
Cold winds are whipping through the trees,
Beneath the skies of blue.
You don’t say you care for me.
Just three words would suffice.
My life is empty without your love,
Your silence is colder than ice.
Mornings are brutal without love.
I dread to face the day.
Icy stares slice my heart,
Leaving destruction along the way.
In my dreams, you still need me.
Bitterness and bile long forgot.
The weather forecast calls for snow,
But my heart yearns for hot.
April 17, 2017
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