You leave me cold.
I am not sure that was your intentions,
but still.
You sit up there telling me that the time is at last upon us.
The ice forms, and the leaves fall...
You know...
When at last you return,
I am so excited to see you.
It's always such a surprise...
Then you appear earlier
and earlier...
Then it seems I see you everyday.
And by then the excitement is gone...
I know too, that your time with me is planned down to the second...
That you won't over stay.
Yet it always feels like its longer,
every damn time!
But then I won't see you...
Or only catch you at odd times...
Then Orion, you are gone...
And I am warm once more...
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