“I love you even when I’m mad”

She said right before the follow up

“But I don’t like you.”

The words peck at the seeds deep inside my heart

That we watered together

Before the lake froze.

I want to escape the cold like a migratory bird…

I know better.

There must be more than this

but can’t resist returning to the north

Before the southern season is up.

Is there more than this?