December Love

When, as you will, you leave me in the dust
someday, remember how I carved a heart
in the ice still whiting out half your rear

window, so when you looked back you'd recall
the heart I lost to you & you had left
behind, as you fought traffic down the road.

In point of fact, the heart you took in then
broke yours when it broke into tears that streaked
your vision of the distance you had come
from where I made the gesture you would find

etched on glass as if for good. My heart goes
with you, it said before it melted down
from its own heat as fast as my own words
give me the slip, black ice under my feet.

Randy Blaising
Sweet Crude