I saw the
sweating in
a tumbler
beside her

the ice
from shock

it was
another one
of those nights,
I could tell

in a few hours
she would show up
at my door

seeking comfort
from the cold

and I would
let her in,
wrap a blanket
around her,
give her a hug,
make her coffee
and ask her

Who broke
her heart
this time?

She’d disclose
some name,
describe some
face, look at
me with
weary eyes

and we’d
dance, as we
always did,
around our