Warmth.

But isn’t this what the cold does to all of us?
Makes us miss someone’s warmth.

Winter’s End

I’ll always remember winter
as our beginning
& how fitting,
now our end.
The snow is us & we are it:
frozen & fallen down.

Warmth.

I remember tracing sentiment on goose-bumped skin.
How many times did you silently whisper them back?
I remember you & I starting up at frosted stars.
Fingers frozen.
Time still.
Your kisses warm.

Confines.

Grow out from the confines of the life
you’ve been to scared to let go of
& bloom into the one you were meant for.