[here's rewrite number two]

In the evening my room glows from christmas lights

In the afternoon we watch frosty clouds float in the sky

In the morning my jacket sleeves are freezing without you

Each tick of the grandfather clock brings a new thought

Fond, jittery cramps in my stomach make my excited teeth grind

Cardinals don't sing outside my window anymore

So you've volunteered your voice to the lonely green light over my window

I never parted my hair on the side

Until your precise fingers skated across my hair

In the afternoon you eat lunch while hunched over a book

With rosy knuckles from exposure to the rough air

I never look forward to snow

Until you smiled at the white sky in anticipation

Gloved hands holding your hat onto your head

The morning sun