Stalker

Last year Winter came
and I resisted.

Thinking I could hide away
and never be found.

Thinking I could stay inside
and lock the door
and pretend
he wasn't there.

But I was wrong.

While stepping out a moment
for the daily mail,
Winter caught me by the coat
and kissed me hard.

Even now,
in the midst of August,
I can still hear Winter
laughing against
the window pane.

I can still feel his kiss
stinging like a bee.