Not A Night To Be Daring

And so we pass
Into the next, and
I'd wish you
Nothing less than
Happiness
If it weren't for
The dreams
And the marks
On my chest.

So I'll stay dry
For the first time
In decades,
And instead
Of looking forward
I'll strain my neck
To look back,
While I bury
My still swollen
Hands in the snow.