March

And as your snow insisted

upon this solidity

that we both know will thaw

She asked me

what belongs

what falls apart

and I say

you

I say your names

this one you were given

this one you have chosen

this one I am collecting

on the back page

of winter

this one

filled with letters to you and

drafts and

questions I will never ask

as I continue to love you

until Spring.