Never Be.

You will never be the man I need you to be.  Your nonchalance is like an icy wind blowing through the eaves.  I long to call you, to hold you, to love you, but it’s a cold winter.  Your apathy piles up like the snow but the salt stings too badly to grab. 

I can never be anything less than willing to love.  Call me when you want to melt the snow.

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