winter sniffles

awe shit the winter sniffles

gone for now is the summer of wiffle ball bats

and sweaty sun soaked hats

replaced with something biting and harsh

no longer the mosqito in the marsh

once soft and warm

the ground is cold and hard

it was easy when the sun was out

heating me

when you were there breathing life into me

a reminder that i am matter

that i matter

now my shoes crash through frozen puddles

in the icey breeze

my heart tightens

i am not ready to be the sun

i am not ready

hold me

hold me in your arms and play with me again

please

put me at ease

remind me what its like to be the sun

and i will be your sun

i promise i will

but

do i have to be the sun?

does someone have to be mine?

if you leave me, will i burn up?

if i leave you, will you will freeze?