The way she wrapped
her arms around
my neck like I
was land and by
just holding on
through crashing waves
she’d pass the days
and find a way
to keep herself
from drifting out
to sea

but really she anchored me

Reaching up, up
where I keep the flannel sheets
as the tea steeps
steaming
battling a window breeze

Looking down, down
as the swirls of cinnamon
swim within the
pink mug
that your mother gave to me

Fireplace glows
as the wind begins to slow
and I know snow’s
coming
by the whisper in the sky

Time moves too fast;
can’t believe a year has passed
and I’ve not
felt warm
since the day we said goodbye