Enveloped in the shroud of

the night December became

a Saturday love letter

a cherished time I’ll always

remember the cold air warmth

the flirtatious banter

typed out on A4 paper

on a works word processor

in capital letters three

words and each letter of those

words made up by lots of the

letter x filling the whole

sheet so genuine and sweet

that memory of what love

is stamped and sealed onto

my soul warming me when I

think of how life made me old