D E C E M B E R
Today an avalanche of memories
came to visit me disguised as a snowflake
landing on the bridge of my nose.
I could shudder from the cold; greet the frigid
air with a furrowed brow, hurrying inside to the
calming comfort of Grandma’s essential oils ft.
sugar cookies baking in the oven.
Instead, I find myself facing
outwards at December,
Looking for traces of you.
Burying myself into a sweatshirt of yours
that I should’ve thrown away
Using my bare feet to find puddles
of tears where your snowy boots left footprints
on my porch.
Holding onto thoughts of you
like Christmas, I finally
admit to myself:
are still up
in my yard.