Lean over me, December (Day 339)

Oh, lean over me, December.

Please don’t suggest that

I remember some red Friday

night, deceiving undeserving

friends and feeling my hands 

burn, while he replaced 

the warm with cold, 

the gold with brass. 

Lean over me, December,

let me slide right past you, 

straight to January. Nothing lasts 

forever if, unwilling to regret or 

let lay things best left unsaid—

one speaks those words 

I never spoke, and which 

I’d just as soon forget.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Anestiev