Tonight,
my heart-ship
changed its course
to sail away –
away from the cold snap
you sent my way
the cold snap that
frostbit me, and
the memory of :
your smile
your passion
our fire
not even the torrid heat today
could warm it up again
tonight, avoiding
the thought of
my lips on yours
or you here with me
is tortuous
didn’t expect
the thought of you, us, the frills
would be tortuous still, 365 days later