my hands, cold, in my pocket
still cold -
craving the warmth of another
an other
other?
you

tears on the pillow
tingles in my tummy
a weight from my back,
put in my pocket for another day

i don't possess enough fingers,
the day doesn't give me enough time
to say
to show
my love -

i only have words
and a bluer sky than yesterday,
new hair, new me
same you
thank God

thank You