I felt you in the air that night.
The windows were shut but a breeze still ignited a wave of goose bumps all over my body.
Wrapped up in blankets, I felt the touch of your frosted fingertips on my shoulder.
My love was never warm enough to melt your arctic presence.
t.h.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
I felt you in the air that night.
The windows were shut but a breeze still ignited a wave of goose bumps all over my body.
Wrapped up in blankets, I felt the touch of your frosted fingertips on my shoulder.
My love was never warm enough to melt your arctic presence.
t.h.
