Once again, the inspiration for this was from my friend. I wanted to write a poem in which I would use climate change as a metaphor for a failed love:
Eternal summer,
Elongated sigh,
Misunerstanding the logic of why,
Warm weather brings this high.
Is it our hearts being warmed?
Is it our minds being corrupted by the lack of cold?
A cold we have come to expect from this western climate,
A cold we can no longer predict.
But in hope grows fear,
The end of our world draws near.
We tell ourselves the fault is our own.
No, but the fault is not known.
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