Forget-me-not in the frost,
still blue where you left me.
I hum your name through the dark,
a vinyl skipping at 3 a.m.—
your laugh in the crackle.
Snow collects on the window ledge
like unanswered letters;
I address them all to you,
stamp them with tears that won’t dry.
Time is a liar, darling,
promising spring while icicles cling.
I keep the last cup you sipped,
lipstick ghost on the rim,
a constellation I trace when the moon forgets.