A lonely winter's wind
Full steady from these vents
I've decided to try the bed
Tonight
Bigger somehow
Too much space
An open field and too much
Left exposed
My fretting back with no touch
To hold it together
So unlike a place left cold
In hasty absence
But rather a letting down
A slowing
A walk in this snow
Unknowingly flushing my veins
With the warmth of effort
But I am slowing
And
My love
It's getting cold
A different home, in winter