that bad?

winter days were warmer when i was walking towards someone who looked like you used to. things were warm even when the sun was so cold and the snow spiraled down around my icicle breath and even when i slipped and fell into some winter pond and the water threatened my blood- things were warmer then. because we had blankets made out of fairy tales and socks that we improvised out of our cupped hands and your skin always felt hot against mine and there was so much fire when we came that i never noticed the cold.

not like now- when the wind bites through everything i'm wearing and my bed is so emptyemptyempty. the temperature hasn't even dropped as low as last time- but i already have hypothermia