Books written for girls - II

thirteen days before
that evening

I wrote some lines
some winter melancholy
that leaked out
on the pages
of my journal

three christmases later
we have stretched ourselves
into the longest
winter
of our lives

one that's beaten
the warmth
I have faint
recollections of

sometimes
when we don't
remain us
and memories
of sounds and smells
become associated with
freckles and frowns
roads and restaurants
serving as reminders
of little milestones
down the road
you took

that's when it
all hits you

now I think separation is okay
you're no star to guide me anyway
you only wanted me to play a fool
play by your rule