Without you, her coffee got bitter.

And it was cold that whole winter,

But it never snowed,

And you never showed,

So it wasn't worth it.

She started drinking tea in the spring,

And she cut her hair over the summer,

But not enough for you to notice.

She wondered if you ever would.

With the warm air

Came restless nights,

But she learned how to sleep without your voice.

And the dark circles under her eyes,

They started fading.

In the fall,

She remembered you,

As much as she tried not to,

In the pumpkins and the cool air,

And in the goosebumps on her skin

That never fully went away.

And in the winter,

The cold was the only thing that came back,

And with it, the frozen drizzle

That was never really snow.

The only things that was different

Was the cup of tea in her hands

That was left to steep for too long

As she watched the door,

Hoping it would open.

It never did,

And the tea met the coffee as it trickled down the drain.