A Haiku

Hello Winter,

I see you through the light

peaking through my curtains.

Your white blankets every living thing. 

But Winter,

When will you comfort me,

Wrap me up like a present,

Every day, I sit and stare

at you talking about what others consider nonsense. 

I'd call you a wordsmith,

Staged-like words flowing off the tip of your tongue. 

I hunch in the corner of the group,

I came to sit by you everyday,

Listening to your laugh,

Imagining what it'd be like if we were friends,

Knowing you don't feel the same.