recollecting

december

i was much younger then, around

the time of my nineteenth birthday,

standing outside in december,

rain-wrapped limbs holding a cell phone

up to my drenched ear shrouded

by shaggy wet hair, a beard, and

scuba goggles on top of the

whole mess, (i just like the rain is

all.) talking about tea and the

times we agreed to talk - daily -

over the coming month and some

hours added to that. and i was

much younger then. she was hazel

and frail and we were both just a

little insane. leave it like it's

burning you and she did, come the

new year. january. a hollow

month. the next several were forced,

pained to wade through the days -

we did though, muddle our

way around until the

end. and no more rain came.

i was home then, working

out of doors with gloves on.

december, forever.