03-01 March Again

march again.

the rains came,
cold on my breath,
and stayed,
in hurried conversation,
don't want to freeze,
goodbyes, nobody lingers,
except the potato,
I tuck, her
my sometimes love,
in the car, where she shivers,
turns her head away,
from my hand,
reminding me,
today, tonight,
I am her father,
and she loves,
me, sometimes,

at home,
she pushes her blanket
around, not facing me,
and waits,

for the heater
she is not
talking to me,
she misses her buddy,
I am used to this,
her sometimes silence,
lasting for days, sometimes,
a few hours, solved by,
a toy, a dog biscuit, or me, but,

I go to bed, she on hers,
me in mine, the door is locked,
we are separate,
hours go by, I wait.

I get up, shake her awake,
she groans, stretches, I curl
back into my bed,
and wait, she snorts,

then jumps on the bed, nests,
on the pillow next to mine,
and grunts,
I am forgiven.

I lie awake.
thinking about him. thinking about her.
listening to March again.