A Seasonal Friend
She calls me a seasonal friend
Yet, I’m always available
She just shows up when she needs me
Casts me aside in fair weather
She often leaves me hanging,
yet
She calls me a seasonal friend
I’m there for her through cold
times
Offering her my warm embrace
She often takes me for granted
Going months without checking
in
She calls me a seasonal friend
And she seems satisfied with
that
So I make other friends, like
me
Who are content to be mere
tools
While she seems happy to
abscond
She calls me a seasonal friend
(A Coat)
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