I.
I do not like December very much.
There is no blood to guide me home
so instead, I try not to drown in the pine.
I think that I am not gentle
enough to be with anybody.
II.
We lived together,
once. Now, this is so far away
I cannot even say
if I still love him. My memory tells me
that we had twelve seasons
together. But memory
is all there is.
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