The thoughts I had about love are the thoughts I have with you

I realized today that I don't even care about the rest,
the immoderate contempts I used to hold so close
the need to guard myself from attack of memories,
both new and old,
is faded and gone.
When the snow fell again this morning,
the second coat somehow looked even better covering up the footprints
from the day before
and the day before that.