Wintry

I was born at the end of the summer
I wasn’t afraid of the cold of the winter
Your love was a blanket and you had me wrapped up in it tight
You kept me warm
But these days are wintry without you,
frigid and bare.
I wasn’t prepared to feel so bleak in June

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