cold cold december night

sitting here on the coldest night of winter I

smoke a cigarette and shiver.

as I muse on four years gone of my first love, come february.

It is 48 degrees.

the only heat is

perpendicular

between my index and middle.

I have lost my lighter,

I light anew with the

dying embers of the old.

there is always one you can't let go.

you remember in silence,

as the hurt has faded through the years.

there are things you can't let go,

others you embrace in the cold

as your heart beats and your

body shivers.