Bruised skies smoke as my lips turn cold.
I waited in the hospital but no one said your name.
I woke up and it didn’t go away.
Blind wings of winter beat against our garden door.
I tried to write a letter but the moment never came.
The empty houses rage and flare.
Glaze of bladed snowflakes makes the day run pale.
I watched our candled windows stumble numbly to the dark
But I woke up and I still know who you are.