I.

Two lost birds searching for a warm nest in
the dead, wet winter through crystalline castles of
grey and black snow.

II.

Quilted blankets on the ground covered all the broken glass as we
listened to old music and pretended that
we weren’t smiling so much.

III.

I have splinters on my hands and legs from the bench on
the huge rock on the mountain where
we first kissed.

IV.

The juniper trees are still as green as the day you
fell asleep in my lap during
the thunder storm.

V.

You wrote your name with your tongue on
my neck that’s covered with bruises and
is white like the snow that never came.