In the cold
We seek comfort
Beneath layers of clothing
Soaking wet

We stumble inside
And you bump into
The corner of my mother’s
Kitchen table

A laugh escapes your lips
The type of laughter
I can see in your eyes

You always squint your eyes
When you laugh

I got lost in those eyes
Those fields of
Emerald green
Or were they pools
Of blue
It would be easy
To just forget them

But it makes me smile
When I remember

The way the sleeves
Of my flannel shirt
Always slid past your wrists
Concealing your fingers

And the way
You looked at me across the table
Over your empty cup
Of tea