a party a day

28 Nov

one winter you bought me

fingerless gloves

at a place i would never

be able to afford

a ridiculous price

for such a small

swatch of

black

and thick lace

two months later

you would break my

heart

leave me thinking of how

while you fed me like a

baby bird

i counted the creases

one, two, three, four

in your expensive and well

worn

boots

counted the lines

around your eyes

one two three

when you smiled

wrote iambic pentameter

to impress you

promised everything

inside that poem

ten years later

i can’t pretend i am not

sentimental

because this was the first year

it was cold enough to make me hunt

try as i might

i could only find one of your

ratty

fingerless

gloves

where the other half lives

so does our best and worst

winter

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