Mar 2013
The wind blew colder this morning
than it has in a while.
It blew right between my dry, cracked fingers...
You always used to hold not one,
but both of my hands--
keeping them warm and hidden from the harsh
unforgiving world.
This morning, your absence was
nearly unbearable
(and my hands are still numb).
than it has in a while.
It blew right between my dry, cracked fingers...
You always used to hold not one,
but both of my hands--
keeping them warm and hidden from the harsh
unforgiving world.
This morning, your absence was
nearly unbearable
(and my hands are still numb).
