When the winter leaves, I know you wont

The mix of cold nights and warm mornings always gives me dreams, It's how I know spring is coming. I had a dream you came to visit me. We toured my home town and spent time together like we never could. I remember asking you to stay before I woke up, like I knew it couldn't last. When I woke up, my chest was so empty I couldn't think, but I held on to the non-memory of you like it was the only thing keeping me tethered down to earth. Without it I might float away. Even though I don't like the winter, I respect it because when I know I'm being too much, I know at least the skies and wind and rain can relate. Who would I be to judge the very thing I am?

I hope you (the reader) are enjoying whatever season you are experiencing, and being kind to yourself the same way you try to be kind to others.