Cold nights

On cold nights I miss you the most
On hot days I sweat and remember how we stuck together
In rainy evenings I remember how you liked to listen

 to my stories about tasting you in the water

and smelling you in the storm winds
On cool spring afternoons I remember

the first time I had you swimming walking

listening to showers while we huddled

against the fear of ever being apart
On the coming of fall

I think of the cold nights we miss

holding onto one another

looking from a balcony

or hiking in the woods

or inside of each other on a couch

ignoring whatever was on tv
But to night is a cold night
and i miss you more than ever

so I must miss you most on cold nights.