Throwing caution to the CPU fan
I gave you the wardrobe you asked for
Wide eyed, you mortified me
Devastatingly perfect a beating of sorts

If I become nostalgia, you'll always love me more

It snowed today, triple layers and mittens
Three inches on the fencepost, subzero playlist
Skirts lifted in the alcove
Phones resting on the sides of our heads

I didn't know what irony meant, but I'd say it anyway