And I’d pour over the pieces of things
That couldn’t and wouldn’t and shouldn’t
Until all that’s left of me
Is atrophy
For fear of losing yet another piece
Of my soul as I fold, lose control
The only way to receive
Is first giving
So I stand and hand out my diamond rings
They glisten and christen in frisson
And someday, I must believe
She will find me
And someday, all the world will cease to be
In remembered December ember
All that once caused me to freeze
Will set me free
December Rose 