(a literary homage to ‘december’ by zoe boekbinder) in january so young i was not a year ago dark nights because you were so far in deserts cold while in sun-strewn rooms i felt so old february then brought you back hearts flew high as they shed their black march my life was hard and torn as nights grew cold you kept me warm april escapes to keep us sane as long as it was you i’d take any train may was mere autumn and life went on nothing to report was going wrong june and birthdays winter and hope … Continue reading january