For You
brighten my 5 AM
with your mischievous knock and smile
mom says “two more hours”
we whisper-giggle
remember the night
we found gifts
unwrapped in the closet
15 years later
december is still a month
to show what we noticed about each other
in the eleven others
like that knitted cable scarf
you eyed from a frosted window
waiting impatiently downstairs
for you.
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