I
was
told
2019’s
for
letting
go
here’s
looking
at
you
kid

I’d
kiss
the
bottom
of
your
mustache
and
the
top
of
your
upper
lip

after
all
the
snow
melts
the
grass
is
a
green
like
I’ve
never
seen

take
a
picture
of
me
like
a
venus
where
I
look
good
not
like
I
am

the
snow’s
outside
lurking
see
but
I
can
wait
him
out
spring’s
got
my
back

from
where
I
sit
on
the
dark
side
of
the
moon
his
patience
is
boundless

he
keeps
me
around
his
old
lady
because
I
sew
on
his
buttons

the
new
moon’s
my
spirit
animal
this
jimi
hendrix
is
too
cool

the
sky
threatened
snow
gave
us
a
taste
left
us
cold
last
kiss
of
winter

sundays
are
for
lying
in
bed
reading
poems
this
is
new
for
me

you
can’t
tell
me
water
is
not
alive
that
the
sky
is
not
alive

or
that
that
gorgeous
moon
up
there
is
not
alive
you
can’t
tell
me
that