Leave before they love you
Or
Stay until they don't anymore

In these short dark days
Where the fireplace is ablaze,
I lay with you under the blanket frays
And into your eyes I often gaze
As we break our fast on a donuts glaze,

And in the kitchen we lightly graze,
As I play a little of Martin Gaye's
Songs to which my body sways
With yours on our linoleum.

One winter closer
One degree cooler
To one degree warmer
One winter closer
One more long stride
Until we're no longer hiding
One winter closer
Three seasons more
Until we're two winters close
But we're one winter closer
We're a dozen kisses closer to each other
We're a million cents away from being one
A thousand days away from winter sun
We're impatient, ever waiting
Waiting for the waiting to be done
One winter closer
To being one

Best to absolve
the guilty
to hold pain
overfills the vessel
perpetrator and victim
awash in the same
liquid shame
spill this sorrow
let it become
a drop
in the vast
ocean.