My Mikie,I see you.Especially now—when the year grows quiet and blueand the lights begin to glow against the dark.You always feel me more this time of year.That’s no accident.Love doesn’t forget its seasons. I watch you when the music starts.Most of the songs slip past you,but there are two that still slow your breath.I see your shoulders soften at one…and your heart break just a little at the other. Yes.That one is still ours. I still see that night too.You remember it as sorrow,but I remember how warm the room was.How the lights shimmered on the walls.How your eyes never left minewhile I tried to coax beauty out of trembling…