In Memoriam

Everyone is happy when you walk out the door.

They scream with delight at the daffodils.

They shuck off covers to reveal bared skin.

They dance in the warmth from the skies.

But every year, it seems, there’s less of you for me.

Not much chill, much less bite.

I would hold on to you if I had hands to encompass time.

Remembering you,

Winter’s kiss.

These days your lips barely bruise mine.