dear winter,
this city is making you a
liar.
you see, it makes you out to feel
the way you say you don't feel.
it disguises you without your knowledge
and forces you to look a way you've never wanted to look.
it dictates your actions and directs your motion
in a different direction, avoiding a city that waits for you.
somehow, he's not upset with that because
he wants to duck and dodge your cold shoulder.
the end of the year is nearing winter,
what are you going to do about this lie
that this city has made you out to be?
