I am tired without you
staring into January;
tree lights, red and gold
tint my window.

memories flicker in the glass-
spooning through
wild turkey winters,
tangled in the sultry dark
of summer,
sharing breath between us.

I dream of our days
after white gold promises;
sun and mornings, you
warm and glowing beneath me;
the whispered
off-to-work I love you’s
and lazy egg suppers when
Molly visits.

You will kiss away
my anytime tears, and joke
of gigantic, canned
holiday hams-
our tree lights will glow
until Super Bowl Sunday
reflecting the smiles
of a reinvented home.