cool

tall

and ghostly pale

as if he were drenched in sheer silk 

was what I saw when he left the room, 

leaving behind footprints of moonlight in the halls. 

cool as a winter breeze

chilling my cheeks on a dark midnight walk. 

as winter fades to spring

he melts to a puddle 

and evaporates to the heavens above. 

I wish him well

and I miss what he could have been.

time is a funny thing 

as now it's summer 

the August heat coats me in feeling

complications of a heart leading me on

and he

is now golden and tan 

like a ray of sunlight from a foreign star

warm

and magic. 

I can take the heat

I now

no longer miss the cold.

I turn one year older in the summer

and hope he'll stay warm all year 

and not turn back to ice

a frozen statue

just to stay cool.