I thought that
reaching out my hand from
  black coats and layers
that
slipping off a glove to
let my fingers out
to feel you
would
make
you
feel
me
too.

What do I do
When my breaths
Form clouds
In winter air
No longer
Evidence
Of my frozen insides
Bones
Of ice
Frozen blood
Unable to run
Fingertips
Turning blue
Snowflakes
Sticking to my eyelashes
Framing
Frigid eyes
Burning cold
Tears
Stain my
Snow white
Cheeks
Landing
On blue lips
Breathing
Frozen
Breaths

-jt

When sad
I bathe
In rays
Of warmth
Pouring through
The window