It was one of those winters where I watched your ribs become more prominent each week. You would stretch every Saturday and Sunday carefully measuring your wrists. Yet every time you lifted your arms I watched your shirt as it rode up exposing the cracks in your soul.

It was one of those springs where I watched sadness gathering under your eyes like rings from forgotten coffee cups. Lukewarm and left on a newspaper no one had time enough to read.

It was one of those summers where I watched you die in the beginning with daffodils and didn’t see you again until you rose with the morning glory’s and summer roses that never seemed to leave your lips.

It was one of those falls where I woke up with you on the ground, still as a stone, and sprung immediately into action. Your body cold as the winter wind and eyes closed like the petals of early spring.

in the boston spring i watched the tulips bloom

&it was a shame, because the photograph

i took didn’t quite capture the person whom

i was intending it for; flowers as a lovesick metaphor

in the summer of that year i had some eye issues

&the world turned upside down, items roving everywhere, my vision impaired

like when suffocating boston heat came in on all of us in one fellow swoop

like when the word swoop became what he did to women on bar chairs

in the fall i writhed on my bed, having some kind of love seizure

while he went on a date, an open relationship that i’d come to regret

&while the freezing boston air came and went with some kind of malignant leisure

i closed the windows, the narrow view i had of a fence & fall leaves impertinent

in the winter of that year i left my boston apartment & my snot frooze

upon leaving the warmth within & i told myself he’d come around eventually

the cafe heat fogging up my glasses when i walked in, boots coated in snow

&the only thing left in the bottom of my tea cup was lost opportunity

spring, a new start, but i liked what i had.

i've thawed, but i miss being numb.

summer, the heatweaves, they just make me sad,

my skin melting under the sun.

autumn, chill breezes slip into my sweater.

the heat's gone, but of course, for a price.

winter, my heart will be frozen forever,

the cold's turned it completely to ice.