Like a wounded dog,
  I can never forget

As the memories grow,
  not fade

My warning stated,
  “The Ice Is Thin”

Where my sun turns
  into shade

If I told you once,
  I told you twice

“There’s a line,
  you’re not to cross”

But your love trespassed,
  with payment deep

As my bite breaks through
  the frost

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)