Everything hurts more in the cold
The sting from vibrations of the baseball bat when the ball meets the shallow metal
The aching joints in every ugly, abused finger
The wind slapping the face of every poor man in his pursuit of shelter
The lonely nights spent in the bedroom, with a sock in hand, imagining the warmth of a woman
The curve of every shot thrown at a cloud ruthlessly passing by
The memory of the tears she shed when I told her goodbye
Everything hurts more in the cold