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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