I always hated the cold,

Hated the ice and its chills,

Yet now that they’re finally gone,

I find myself in longing,

Longing for the icy sting,

Of winter’s grasping winds,

Longing for my shiv’ring bones,

To return to me once more,

Why would I find myself,

Wishing for something so dire?

When now I have the warmth,

To fill my weary bones,

I oft times wonder why,

Yet cannot face the answer,

For I know what it may mean,

I fear what it could imply,

For I know it would be true,

And it’d kill me if you knew….