From the bottom of my heart

Bad connection

The screen showed four bars
But it gave me none: I felt it
Strong, like the wind whipping
Around me on a cold winter day.
Years of spring, summer, autumn
And winter with you, but it took
Me six winters before I realized
That you were never my winter coat
Nor were you my woolen gloves
And the wind was merely playing
With my hair, not me.

Appearances are not what they seem to be.