Rainy winter this year
hate going outside
cold all over, suck-
ing down dull cider
Watch the window and
this year can't see the
footprints all over
the ground, so no one
is there. Hot in the
face and gnawing at
knuckles. Trying to
hone senses and come up
with something smart this
Christmas because I
see how tired and
lonely you have be-
come after years of
me sitting on the
bench far-off, not reach-
ing; but, here, let me
say a slow hello
when you come on by;
and, if something can
change I'll make it change
because you won't stop
freezing up when I
drop into your arms,
and you melt like snow