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.

Maybe

Maybe we’re both lost

Clueless to where we are

Clueless to who we are

You say life is great

But don’t look me in the face

I’m struggling to understand

You used to tell me everything

Nervous and afraid

You never did this before

I thought I knew you

I guess we outgrew us

Now we’re on separate paths

Wondering where it all went wrong

When it was there all along

Stuck on the brave face

But it faded in the awake of who are we

became

We are not lost

We are no longer in love

Dazed and youthful to the truth