January is stalking me again, the dead of winter
Peering in my windows, knocking at my door
There are mornings when no pretty allegory
Can dress up the miserable ex-girlfriend that she is
Oh, she shows up looking gorgeous, shiny and new
But at second glance, like any Hollywood starlet or aging diva
Attempting tempting…

Once the champagne wears off and the revellers go home
Winter is the snoring, makeup smeared horror still sleeping on your couch
Don’t dare ignore her or gaze longingly at April in her cherry blossom coronet
January won’t say a word to your face but she will take sly swipes at you
Behind your back and down your neck with her bony, icy fingers
She’ll freeze the air in your lungs and crack your lips until they bleed
Vengefully venting…

“How dare you write sonnets to her and not to me!”
She’ll smile with narrowed eyes and hollow cheeks
Hugging you close to her frigid heart. Hurting your hands with her jealous grip
Leaving patches of frost on your cheeks with her deathly kiss
My sweetest April I love you so but selfish January will not let me go
Wait for me Love, for you my heart yearns. For you my darling and the sun’s return

~ kei