Seasons

It's always summer where I live.
Sometimes, the heat can get unbearable.
And somedays, all I want is a nice cold dive.
Yet there was comfort in warmth so tangible.

Even the smallest, littlest things.
Like waking to messages of an adored one after a nap.
Would make me feel like I have wings.
And I would walk with a spring in my step.

A cold, loveless winter would tear most men apart.
But the warmth of Summer was always in my heart.
Alas, Autumn never came.
And I still feel the same.

It's always summer where I live.