I wake up to the sun on my face,

Palm trees sway like they don't have a care.

But I swear I still feel the cold of your place,

Like your winter got caught in my hair.

I walk on the sand, but I'm digging for snow,

Checking my phone for your name in the glow.

The ocean is loud, but it's not your voice —

I'd trade all this blue for your frozen lakes.

The heat feels heavy, it sticks to my skin,

You're where the frost paints the glass from within.

I'm sweating out June, you're shivering through December —

How do we hold each other when we can't touch the weather?

And I'm calling you up through the static and miles,

Your voice is the sun through the snow.

You're freezing alone, I'm burning in style,

But we're both just too proud to let go.

The map on my screen says a thousand miles,

It feels like the moon and the stars.