don't think I don't notice everything about you
digging your heels into the ooze that used to be snow
waiting for me to stop mourning summer like I lost it
I can't help that we're our past
I can't help that you're her name
this night tastes like spring, but in January I know better
would you place a palm over my mouth
and wait by my side for the ice to erode
and then when there's nothing, will you let me breathe again?
you could keep my winter soul safe
I see it in
your eyes like
the goodbye I'm waiting for, but
I saw it in
his eyes
too