I am wrong
you are wrong
life is nothing but a sadly played love song,
embracing fears on snowy nights
hot tea and spicy pumpkin coffee latte
and letters in the mailbox with handwritten thoughtful doves,
poetry when in despair
a good little song to take it well,
I am not perfect
you are also far
but the highs are in the stars
and there is ice-cream in the storm
purple rivers sailing north
turning warm the very cold
snow fights justifying being close
going up on slippery slopes
I was dreaming
and dreaming were you,
me imagining you while imagining me,
I am but a fool
and so are you
drowning in the sea good memories,
remember when asked me twice
if you held me someday really tight
who may tell in the awful bright
is this the morning or the deepest of nights?

P.S. Happy New Year! …and no regrets