tired

ours was a winter love
red noses and cool fingertips
melting now that spring has come round
unfreezing my bones
allowing me to open my eyes
and see that it is better to be
what you feel
rather than
what you think
ours was a winter love
red eyes and cool nights
maybe next winter i'll see you round
and we can talk about the weather
or how much you miss late telephone calls
with some girl you cannot really remember
but you liked the sound of her voice in your ear
and the curve of her spine