One

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You liked the winter.

The rain slating my face and hair,

The ice that dragged my mind down cleared yours.

Where you saw clear skies I saw deceit-

It should be warm,

comforting,

but instead I need layers.

You were the best coat, zipped tight

Trapped, I realise now, by the burden

Of keeping my mind in summer

When all you needed was the clarity of clear winter skies.

Now another few months of cold rain,

Memories of pain pummelling me

Relentless as the dull grey of winter.