The Inevitable Arctic - Fragmented Verse

Half a year ago we were in bed and in love. Insistent lips danced between sunshine smiles. Our hands entwined; the clock’s marched. Beside dreams of a white dress and honey kisses, my winter coat now withers on the floor. The tundra of cold sheets between us grows while echoes of bitter words chap my face. We both know that seasons must change, but why must you too, my darling? Love, like summer, succumbs to time. 2/25/2021-- written for Emile Pinet's contest-- fragmented verse