December

Is it winter again, is it cold again,
didn’t you just slip on the ice,
didn’t I lie awake that night

stroking your chin
blanketing your breaths with mine,
didn’t the ice melt,

didn’t the night end,
didn’t spring drape herself
across the grieving earth

didn’t you leave,
weren’t my lips forgiven,
wasn’t I safe again,

didn’t the wounds draw
their narrow shutters,
didn’t the scab form,