Cold

The strong, blistering wind cuts through my leather jacket... I huddle to keep the cold at bay... Three months ago I was cursing the sun, beating it back behind the clouds; wishing for a cool November day... She was here and animated when the sweat poured down my shirt, and the air conditioning was broken... When the leaves began to fall, she packed her sweaters and left without a word being spoken... We used to laugh at our ridiculous plights... We slept with three fans on those summer nights... Now the furnace is on the fritz, as I shiver by the open oven; mismatched sweat suit and a bathrobe; what a laughable sight... You couldn't wait to leave until springs leaves began to bud? You had to leave me standing here in the chaos and the mud? I know that being with me was really getting kinda old... But did you have to leave me naked; shaking in the cold?