Like a wounded dog,
who never forgets

This memory will
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

Where my bite breaks through
the frost

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)