last in line
I track your worldly route
across countries better weathered
none wintered like here at present
a season you always considered to be
the soul damaging time of year
with its gloomy marriages to ice, snow and arctic winds
that for you would not divorce those
kind of mind injuring partners soon enough
so different from the tropical countries
you are driving through today
blue-skied, sun-beamed, excessively.
Does thinking of me if you think of me at all
help feather the nest of your ignorant decision to see to your needs first
as I occasionally stand here house coated
looking out through the warm hand thawed portholes of frosted windows?
or as I occasionally sit
becoming the best of friends to log crackling flames
becoming the worst of enemies to your careless absence.