Some day I will move to a small farm

and one night
having cut the wood
for the evenings fire

I will sit on the porch
with Orions sword
pointing at my home

with a cup of tea
held close
to help keep my fingers
from losing their
feeling

with my dogs
curled
up at my feet

I will think of you

perhaps with a tear
perhaps with a smile

but I will
think of you

and as I sit watching
the snow begin to fall
with the
small spots of white
drifting
out of the thickening
mist

I will realize
at some point along the way

I've forgiven you.