We talked of March
in November.
You would play and sing
and I
would sing with you,
beside you,
sharing your spotlight
so everyone could see that
we are we.

We talked of March
in November.
You would fly
here,
we would
talk and sing
and drink tea.
Two days ago
I would have taken the train.

The snow falls.
The breath of winter
postponed breathes frost
on my windows.

The day has come
and gone.

I might forget
we talked of March
in November.