gently grasp my
hand
and drag me
back
to where our sweet
spills freely,
in light of deep
trust–
where we talk through
thoughts that
plague
us.
rhyme
crystals twinkling
on boughs,
my face breathing
frost..
all over the
room,
as dawn appears
dazzling
to thaw us from
tomb.
i journeyed long
through
hard
to collapse in
your arms,
only to feel them
crumble to
dust..
leaving me
solely
with
wanderlust.
you took to the
winter
just like your
mother
and buried that
face in its
chest,
while i watched
in envy
from warm side of
the window
where my cheek remains
pressed.
let’s spill the
hours
and fill these
eyes
like tears may
bring us
peace..
of mind, we too
shall find
deep rest in slow
release.
comfort in cool
sheets
on a solitary
eve,
praying out the
window,
watching headlights on
highway
blur..
entrances me
to sleep.
holding space
for warmer thoughts
on night bereft
of spark
keeps the soul from
shivering,
two hands around
one heart.
winter fell like
it knew us
and had seen this
time before..
we got too lost to
notice weather,
worried it may
snow forever.
held that kiss so long
in mind
it could not
deliver–
merely flirting with
a deeper
bond
than had
been considered.
met you in the
waiting
room,
where that big hand
never moves
and our tears don’t
run anymore
four drained
eyes
aimed at the
floor.
hands in the garden 
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