Their beat

Today I felt the cold,
The biting, icy chill.
The rain from dark grey clouds,
Yet I wanted time be still.
I wanted hibernation,
To grab you, pull you in,
To hide away, warm, from it all,
So I took life on the chin.

Today was a day,
Where I missed our past.
Where we our lived life,
At our speed, not fast.
We moved to our rhythm,
And not to theirs.
Where we had our choice,
And not their cares.

Where winter days,
Could be in front of the fire,
Could be in from the cold,
And plenty drier.
They could be outside,
But at a time of our choosing.
Now we move to their beat,
And today felt like we're losing.