Summer In the Cold

Are you remembering the winter we left in the past twilight
Where you're still far away?

And do your remember all the stories that we shared with one another
When the twilight made itself known in the gray?

I love you dearly
My friend, Elizabeth, you said your hands were cold enough
To make the winter feel like summer far away

And you are still living with your stories
Of the Greek gods and decay

Or arе you still latching on to all the past
We shared in thе rain

My dear I love
The wind
But not
Enough
To see your face
In the patterns in the dust