The fall and the winter have long passed
And we are facing my season at last
I can still see you and hear your voice
But about something fresh I rejoice
Times when you are hated
Times when you’re missed
I feel liberated
Although I couldn’t resist
I torment and torture my heart
I stumble and I’m torn apart
I do all of this in triplicate
Why simple when I can complicate
Times when I cry for your fate
Times when in warning I hiss
Season shortens the dark shade
This season will be my bliss
Written in January 2020