Some days I say.
"Lets wake up again"
Take walks in each others arms today.
Hold hands together.
Under blankets.
On a sniffle-nosed December.
Forget the world.
Sleep in the snow.
Burrow in scattered leaves.
Slate blue flares pink.
Squeeze ourselves into the sky.
Whitest wonder where to think.
1992 to 1993.
I was a younger me.
Too small to see.
It was too cold to dream.
Hot coco at home.
Bunk-beds and snowflake views.
A boy all alone.