Cause = Time

When I got home my roommate was on the couch passed out watching a silent movie.  Soft piano plinked in the background.  I was left alone to ponder the facts. There was something lacking and so it would always be.  I wanted so badly to just sit next to him on a couch.  Wrap around him in sleep.  Bridge the lonely gap that had sprung up between us.  There was nothing to be done.  So I went into my room and collapsed into a pile of tears thinking that if we were seasons he was winter and I was spring.