I awoke,
Turned up the heat, washed,
And wrote my silly little poem,
I made it funny,
For you.
Last night we promised,
I to you, and you to me,
So this morning I knew,
I knew.
I left my building,
My pace was fast,
Skidding and sliding,
Over the ice and snow,
Under a bright Sun.
I bought a cala lily,
You opened the door,
We kissed and I held you,
But my poem was gone,
I ran and looked,
It had fallen somewhere,
A gift to the melting snow and wet streets,
You asked me to promise again,
Now I don’t know,
I don’t know.
I left,
My pace was slow,
Carefully stepping over ice and snow,
It is very cold outside,
Under a bright Sun.
© 2010, Jameson Freeman
