It started in the rain, when the winter came tugging
it was a cold season and my shoulders knew that.
Whispers of sweet nothings have not patched up my wound, though it may satiate you.
Perhaps I am a Christmas dinner to you, but what am I to you?
Two turtle doves ring bells with their breeze as they fly by the church. Snow won’t start falling in this town but we felt Ice between us.
I told myself it was okay when you worked through the winter
I told myself it was okay when you ate with another
it’s our busy schedules and the ice keeps growing
it was okay I told myself
I knew it wasn’t going to last forever
but perhaps a summer love does not wish to hibernate in the winter perhaps it wants a fire to ignite
the only fire you see is in me
a Christmas pudding
flamed and hot
I’m delicious to you
am I anything else
it is okay that you will not stay
i know this will not last
it breaks my heart
and all my being
but everyone needs a meal to survive
I just can’t cook that for you anymore
and you already have tried someone else’s
I’m afraid I am not good enough
but my carollers have told me
my worth is not defined by you.
they sing to me how the winter grows colder, how it will not snow any more
and the weeks bleed into months
and the months will bleed into years
and all of our memories will be held in my tears
I love you winter, treat me well in the spring