Stephen J. Golds

December and

It’s snowing outside 

my window and you’re dead. 

In the ground miles away. 

This is where all love goes. 

Into the cold earth. 

And the ones that lingered 

I helped along with pillow to the face 

or revolver to the head. 

Knife to the heart or unkind word. 

 

Cleaning up the mess that stains 

the floorboards and remains on my skin 

with bleach and tarpaulin sheets, I always wish 

to take my actions back. All the words, too. 

Knowing my blood runs too hot and then too cold. 

 

But you’re dead and 

it’s snowing outside 

my window. 

It’s snowing. 

 

27 March, 2021

Stephen J. Golds was born in London, U.K, but has lived in Japan for most of his adult life. He enjoys spending time with his daughters, reading books, traveling, boxing, and listening to old
Soul LPs. His novels are Say Goodbye When I’m Gone (Red Dog Press), Always the Dead (Close to the Bone), Poems for Ghosts in Empty Tenement Windows, and the forthcoming collection Love Like Bleeding Out With an Empty Gun in Your Hand. He is also currently the Poetry Editor @scatterofashes