Hibernation

sometimes a whole month will go by
then for a while it’ll be every single day
before another long stretch

we near and then pull apart
on our own orbits

as if the moon opening and closing its eye
watched only us

but on each return
it’s like no time has passed

you come in from the snow
the smell of white light and coldness
on you

and it’s like waking
when I didn’t realize
I had drifted
off.