Winter

I miss waking up to mornings
wondering
if
tomorrow would ever be different
Than the morning I have
today
empty, cold and alone
with the open window letting the wind in
you
always did stuff it with something
will
it ever be warm in here
because it always did before
Wish you could
come
and share the cold, just as soon as you are
back
to
stuff the broken window
and make
me
feel warm again