Winter is my favorite season.

Au Revoir, Passé

It’s time for chapped lips
And drawn-out sips
Of hot beverages;
Traversing cities in a storm.
It’s time for the ice to form
It’s time for all this
To never be the same,
Ever again.

It’s time we put away
The summer games we play:
The dances of checkers and chess
Upon a sun drenched desk.
It’s time for growing up
It’s time for all this
To never be the same,
Ever again.

I have a plan
For this winter
See you next
Summer.

Au revoir, passé.


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