this cold late autumn wind pushes through my window
and I think of cold late autumn nights spent with you
laying in your bed watching movies next to your open window
every time the breeze comes running in I remember how
you'd hold me so terribly close under your old bed covers
stained with late night coffee
spilled over warm laughs shared
you whispered that you love me,
and you whispered that you never wanted to leave that bed
your arms kept me warmer than my hand-me-down coat ever could
you left me.
you left me cold.
