Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Sticky

Stick season when tree leaves are gone,

And winter snow has not yet fell,

A lonely time phenomenon.

You went away, I went to hell.

Now, bottle of booze a day, I'm

Sticking with as my only friend.

You now, just once upon a time,

And we came to  unhappy end.

They finally came and questioned me.

When was the last time I saw you?

And they broke me down finally,

When I confessed what I did do.

I took them into the sticks where

They dug you up, I'd buried there.