its september but on the nights i miss you the most, everything feels cold like January. when i breathe i breathe in the cold winter air. you left. you took the warmth with you. i dated other people but on my second date with her i asked myself if she felt like home and everything in me said no. i think i went home and cried. im not with her anymore. because when i met you it was autumn but you made everything feel so warm, like home. maybe i am too nostalgic. maybe im too poetic. maybe you'd think im crazy if you ever saw this. but as long as you're gone it is always january. it is always cold. you're always leaving. i love you and i miss you. I miss June, with you.