February

The sun rides higher

Every trip

The sidewalk shows

Icicles drip.

A snowstorm comes,

And cars are stuck,

Though road salt flies

From the old town truck.

The chickadees

Grow plump on seed

That Mother pours

Where they can feed,

And snipping, snipping

Scissors run

To cut out hearts

For everyone.

I’ll be here for you

Day after day,

I walk the same streets,

Waiting for a moment,

When somebody’s feet

Stop traversing the sidewalk,

And simply stand,

Beside my lone figure,

And reach for my hand,

A gesture so simple,

Yet so hard to do,

To stick to the promise,

Of “I’ll be here for you”.

We don’t fight the same war,

And I’ll give me yours,

For as long as this world,

Keeps coming untied,

I’ll be there to fix it,

Right by your side,

But no feet stop walking,

They all have somewhere to be,

Until the only ones left,

Are my shadow and me.