Seasons

I was thinking that maybe you and I could talk
Under the street light where your features become thin
And your face is a shadow framed by a hoodie and old jeans
I can't see your smile but I can taste it
As it entangles with mine, your hands are in my hair
I am fearful.
What happens when the snow stops falling and you warm up
Like the flower you are,
Drawn to sunlight?
Oh, you'll get tired of my gloomy moods and my stormy body
As I flit from bedroom to bathroom to bedroom again
And you're tired of being tired,
Of holding my hand when I cry and scream
For help that I could not find anywhere else but in your arms.
I'm sorry for this.
When summer comes, I'll disappear like the ice
And melt into your hand until you can't hold me
And you'll let me drip down and out of your sight.