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kyra_ojosverdesCan we live through February?
I talked with Tess last night. She hugged me and told me that she loved me. I wasn't sure why. Not that you need a reason to say "I love you," but she said she thought I might need to hear it... and that it was, after all, February. I asked if she were referencing the 10th, and my anniversary. She said no, just the depths of hell. Yes, February.
"February" by Dar Williams, from her "Mortal City" album
I threw your keys in the water, I looked back,
They'd frozen halfway down in the ice.
They froze up so quickly, the keys and their owners,
Even after the anger, it all turned silent, and
The everyday turned solitary,
So we came to February.
First we forgot where we'd planted those bulbs last year,
Then we forgot that we'd planted at all,
Then we forgot what plants are altogether,
and I blamed you for my freezing and forgetting and
The nights were long and cold and scary,
Can we live through February?
You know I think Christmas was a long red glare,
Shot up like a warning, we gave presents without cards,
And then the snow,
And then the snow came, we were always out shoveling,
And we'd drop to sleep exhausted,
Then we'd wake up, and it's snowing.
And February was so long that it lasted into March
And found us walking a path alone together.
You stopped and pointed and you said, "That's a crocus,"
And I said, "What's a crocus?" and you said, "It's a flower,"
I tried to remember, but I said, "What's a flower?"
You said, "I still love you."
The leaves were turning as we drove to the hardware store,
My new lover made me keys to the house,
And when we got home, well we just started chopping wood,
Because you never know how next year will be,
And we'll gather all our arms can carry,
I have lost to February.
I'm worried about her. I'm still a little worried about me. I've been feeling worlds better, but my house still looks like a tornado hit it.. and despite the fact that I have three small tornadoes, that's really bothering me. My Christmas tree is still up. I've started to take it down several times, but my energy and motivation fizzle when I start clearing the hall closet so I can open the door to the storage space that holds the box for the Christmas things...
I love you, Tess. March comes soon, and then April. After April comes May, and green things. After May comes June, and summer, when All Is Good.
I talked with Tess last night. She hugged me and told me that she loved me. I wasn't sure why. Not that you need a reason to say "I love you," but she said she thought I might need to hear it... and that it was, after all, February. I asked if she were referencing the 10th, and my anniversary. She said no, just the depths of hell. Yes, February.
"February" by Dar Williams, from her "Mortal City" album
I threw your keys in the water, I looked back,
They'd frozen halfway down in the ice.
They froze up so quickly, the keys and their owners,
Even after the anger, it all turned silent, and
The everyday turned solitary,
So we came to February.
First we forgot where we'd planted those bulbs last year,
Then we forgot that we'd planted at all,
Then we forgot what plants are altogether,
and I blamed you for my freezing and forgetting and
The nights were long and cold and scary,
Can we live through February?
You know I think Christmas was a long red glare,
Shot up like a warning, we gave presents without cards,
And then the snow,
And then the snow came, we were always out shoveling,
And we'd drop to sleep exhausted,
Then we'd wake up, and it's snowing.
And February was so long that it lasted into March
And found us walking a path alone together.
You stopped and pointed and you said, "That's a crocus,"
And I said, "What's a crocus?" and you said, "It's a flower,"
I tried to remember, but I said, "What's a flower?"
You said, "I still love you."
The leaves were turning as we drove to the hardware store,
My new lover made me keys to the house,
And when we got home, well we just started chopping wood,
Because you never know how next year will be,
And we'll gather all our arms can carry,
I have lost to February.
I'm worried about her. I'm still a little worried about me. I've been feeling worlds better, but my house still looks like a tornado hit it.. and despite the fact that I have three small tornadoes, that's really bothering me. My Christmas tree is still up. I've started to take it down several times, but my energy and motivation fizzle when I start clearing the hall closet so I can open the door to the storage space that holds the box for the Christmas things...
I love you, Tess. March comes soon, and then April. After April comes May, and green things. After May comes June, and summer, when All Is Good.
