Untangle

Doorbell chirrs its short peal
I pull it open to a ghost from the past
Your aged face, eyes aglow,
Competing with Christmas lights strung behind you

Cold wind swirls around you,
blowing snow around our feet
I step back as you enter, still silent
Breath stuck in my ribs, no words in my head

Cold lips brush mine, still flavored with bourbon
Frigid fingers grasp mine, I untangle and step back
Memories gusting in my mind, feelings unwarranted
Shaking my head, words unspoken, I reopen the door
And watch as you once again walk away

VictoriaRamsey@2015

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