I miss you spring

spring? are you ever going to come back to me? I would write you a love poem, but I know that you would think that it was a pathetic attempt to win back your affections. I miss you spring, why are you cheating on me? I know you are visiting the southern hemisphere because you need your space and all, but what about me? I think this seperation is just an excuse you make to be with others. Without you spring, my world is blanketed in snow. Frigid winds bite to the bone, the sun is feeble and weak, hiding its face behind gray clouds, without you... its just winter.