cumulonimbus

the first time i met you,

i felt your cold

and so, some warmth,

i gave you.

melting came the glaciers

you held from winter,

and ran as streams

down your cheeks, when

i held you closer,

warmer, so they evaporated.

i was afraid, then,

the clouds that formed

would bring rain, once again.

instead, they accumulated

into a cyclone

and spun me away.

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