Saturday, December 23, 2017

Lean over me, December (Day 339)

Oh, lean over me, December.
Please don’t suggest that
I remember some red Friday
night, deceiving undeserving
friends and feeling my hands 
burn, while he replaced 
the warm with cold, 
the gold with brass. 
Lean over me, December,
let me slide right past you, 
straight to January. Nothing lasts 
forever if, unwilling to regret or 
let lay things best left unsaid—
one speaks those words 
I never spoke, and which 
I’d just as soon forget.


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Anestiev