it often feels like winter

in this life

comfort like a splinter

or a knife

but i went out anyway

and it stabbed me

and i wanted to die

but i didnt actually die

funny enough

even though the thought

of seeing them and being near.

filled me with frustrated fear

and then i realized

i didnt even have to share

a glance a dancing lance of eyes

with them what should i care?

and then i realized

funny enough

not even close.

this is how warm people

even the warmest of people

grow cold

so i smiled

come what may?

i looked at them

they looked away

and that was sad

but heres the thing

at least we had

a glimpse of spring