here is the thing…
you’re in my head, my heart, my soul
it hurts the marrow in my bones
and maybe it’s not you at all
rather the idea of it —
love at first laugh, I mean.
It got to be so bad, didn’t it?
All the anger and fights
fleeing, and the time I yelled at you
to get the fuck out of my car.
But I mostly just remember instead
the silent way the snow fell as we
on the nineteenth of December.