Winter Secrets

You haunt my heart
like Hamlet’s ghost.
Revenge to take;
memories to host.

I cover myself
to block out the chill
to silence the hunger
to forget the thrill.

Like Winter’s last snow
in the middle of Spring,
you quiet new growth
with past lover’s sting.

For I was the one
who wished for May flowers;
who convinced myself
of December’s gray hours.

Yet now in the midst
Of fresh dew and bright sun
I find myself craving
winter secrets undone.