Our Season

This time of the year, it is our season.
How could this winter be a time of love?
When it should be a time of unreason
Ice skates, hot cocoa, time I grew fond of
I wish i could embrace your hand this time;
Hold it until I am once again warm.
If possible, would it be such a crime?
Cradling our hearts in a snowstorm
Forget that, winter still remains wondrous.
The city veiled with snow is alluring;
Gazing at the flakes fall, all just soundless.
It’s frigid, but inside I am burning.
This time, will I be able to pull through?
This winter won’t be the same without you.