my daisy white
nikes don't squeak
the way they used
to when i would sneak
up into your room
though we needn't hide
from nobody
because you were always
older yet so gentle
and i was colder
like an ice water on a
hot day, you always said
i figured
that made me worth
while, that made me
refreshing
so i never drank hot
chocolate or warmed my
hands against the flame
for fear of becoming
like summer when you
raved about the winter
months though you were
born in july
i was a january night
my essence bled out
when i got hypothermia
haven't seen you since
i think i died
