Think of the sun warming your face, and smile

When a light breeze would catch you by surprise

Sweat running down your back

And you didn’t mind because it was summer.

The thoughts weave in and out of your day

You retreat to them as you stare out the window

Like returning to a former lover

Comforting and familiar

An escape from your own bitterness

But the sun is a tease

Of reminder of what could be, but is not

Your eyes narrow as you exit your thoughts

What the fuck, it’s almost May

And flannel sheets are still on the bed