December

This night is a
monomania,
So does the You-ness
I am imbued with..
---
Yesterday is nothing
other than
the unjust "YoU" in "Me"
or
the unjust "Me" in "You"
---
Winter is a compulsion here
my dear. I fear,
I may fall in love
with love
in December
again!

V@@S..