Why would a sagging mattress keep
The conversation in such a nagging time
As to press cold and sobering
Against my comfort slumber?
There is not a man there who shields
The winter breeze blasting from a fan
I put the fan in front of my face
I cannot fall asleep alone
If your Indian summer arms cannot solution
I will not as well surrender the winter'ed cause
I will curl tight into a ball and press
My arms into the chest that chose to leave summer behind.
