self fulfilling desire

I wanted him to run, so

I could chase him away

Far from any union, or life

Together, we could never be

In love, true and tangible

A thing I could hold onto, still

Unstable enough, temporary

The warmest parts of fall, cold

Winter death knock knocking

Then I remember, this time

Now and forever, attentive to

His touch in December, love—

A fire burning beautiful, as it dies.