You walked in like spring,
On a tuesday morning.
Warmth in your step,
Prismatic eyes,
Your mellow words,
Sprouting my mind.

You stayed through summer
Breakfasts after dinner,
Pancakes after wine.
Fire in your gaze,
Steamy kisses,
Your sultry voice,
Burning my body.

You left me in winter
With wrinkled bedsheet
And rust on my nose ring.
Frost in your breath,
Barren arms,
Your bitter tongue
Decaying my soul.