"Seasonal" First Draft

I didn't anticipate the cold weather to remind me of you as much as it does.

February 2, 2015 4:45 PM

First Draft


The wind hurts

 It stings my skin

  Cracks my lips

  and tightens my lungs


The cold weather reminds me of you.

Gloved hand in gloved hand

   Fogged up windows, car radio playing

            your hot breath

your words, your touch, your love

My Mind

is a wreck.


Last year the cold seemed bearable.

The End

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