I originally wrote this poem for the MayFalls Poetry Challenge: Love and Lilies. After I finished, I quickly fell in love with it, and it’s easily become one of the best and favorites poems that I’ve ever written. Poetry, I believe, is meant to be interpreted differently for each person. Individual characters and individual stories should be created for each reader. If I were to interpret this myself, though, I’d say that this is the story of a young couple that got into a fight one night and woke up to snow.
i remember
late last december
your bright laugh woke me from my slumber.
despite the weather
you ran out in pleasure
a part of me wished we could’ve ran out together.
despite the noise, not one dissenter
could bear to stop your happy ember.
and even though the fight, one we wouldn’t concenter
i knew deep down you were no pretender.
.
you came back in, a careless feather
arms held out, in them a wordless letter.
your voice wavered, your eyes a chamber,
“please,” you said, “don’t return to sender.”
.
a snow-covered purple lily.
to you, a surrender.
to me, a treasure.
