I won't check the weather
anymore, or how it
compares to Boston, Boulder and Berkeley.
I won't see the clouds or rain, the sun or wind
roll across the screen of my iPhone, nor
will I notice how cold Atlanta is in the winter.
For being in the South, it's remarkably cold
and grey, the trees lose their leaves and the
wind blows cold and damp.
There is someone I love there, but I must
separate myself from her no matter how painful,
I only know that she must feel
very lonely there and I cannot