here are my thoughts on february:
it’s finally getting cold, but not enough to make me shiver.
i can see my breath as clearly as i can see my life
stretched out before me, branching off in a million
different directions.
and maybe this month,
with plastic hearts strung up in every store window
and romantic music on every radio station,
maybe this will be the month you’ll fall in love.
this month, i’ll leave my teens behind me
like a trail of breadcrumbs
to follow back home
on a particularly lonely twenty-something night.
and this month, i’ll cross my fingers and hope
for an, “i love you”
because maybe that’s all any of us
can really hope for.
it’s finally getting colder and i’m getting older,
but not any wiser
and to be perfectly honest,
i think i might be starting to shiver, too.
