you are my winter.

(I.)

at the beginning of new year,
we start again.
we change.
but the cold air outside doesn't affect us -
with innocent phone calls
or arms wrapped around each other,
we manage to keep ourselves warm.

(II.)

we stand on porches,
your arm around my shoulders
to keep me from shivering
& to let me know it's okay
my comfort zone.
we sit in my room,
as you let me read the words
meant for her (that she'll never see),
as you handed me a cd,
your hat, & your sunglasses
i could never read your eyes.
we lay on your bed,
your arms sneak around me
& your lips eventually touch mine
anticipation.
we lie awake in the night,
whispering to each other
on the telephone,
crying & comforting
my attachment.
we sit around upstairs,
a guitar in your hand,
familiar words leaving your lips
my favorite songs.

(III.)

you are my DEPENDENCE
you are my MISINTERPRETATION
you are my COMFORT ZONE
you are my ATTACHMENT
you are my ANTICIPATION
you are my RESURRECTION
you are my SHOULDER
you are my CONFIDENCE
you are my WARMTH
you are my ROUTINE
you are my TRADITION
you are my WORRY
you are my REALIZATION
you are my RECESSION
you are my WINTER.

(IV.)

but everybody's gotta learn sometime.