tequila at 3am

i. spring

daffodils bloomed from
the barbwire in your ribcage,
a crucified heart

ii. summer

the moon skinny-dipped
with saltwater memories,
drowning yesterday

iii. autumn

because the only
lesson your love ever taught
me was how to fall

iv. winter

and your frostbite breath
froze the tequila sunrise
at three that morning

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