“You remind me of that song
‘Here Comes the Sun’
and when you walked into my life
it’s like it just started playing.
“It’s been a long, cold lonely winter”
but I’ve got you now
to get me through.”
And his words wrap around me
like the blankets my grandma crocheted
for every season in every colour.
The fabric warm, snug
I used to look at the loops in the yarn as a maze to find the end
and I find myself wondering without worry
about the end because I know
it will be with him
“The ice is slowly melting”