Did you know, my love
that snow covered
Strawberries
taste better?
That unrequited love
is Victimless and
Blameless?
That the cold of
Winter
brings more life than
the Humid days of
Midsummer?
Dissimilar creatures
are We,
but both frosted with
the bitter amalgamate
of affection and
Suicide.
Our unchanged catalyst
of Remembrance
Seeds of possibility
between our teeth,
the devouring maw of
The Future
Displaced.