And I let them say is winter
believing for a moment
they’re speaking the truth
So my body fails a little bit more
then I realize
the emptiness
of those three weeks
if without you
Rationality
will never be my best feature
But winter is just a season
The real cause is you

You
just a possibility
but still
a pain in my stomach
that I can’t make go away
not yet, not now
Now that I’m waiting for you
I say I have no expectations
but mouth and heart disagree
No expectation no
but it seems like
I’m sick when I know nothing
of what you’re thinking
of me
me and you
You that are so new but
the same kind of pain
I keep chocking on