Cold Air
By grumpy3445
The cold air finds its way into every hole in my coat the wind blows the snow into drifts, many feet high a cold, gray sky oversees the white scene below no life dares to fight the aching cold spring is just a distant memory hiding underground and yet, as I stand here, I could melt the snow with my thoughts because I am thinking of you I am thinking of the last moment I saw you the last word, the last touch I see your face, I feel your skin just the memory of your voice sends shivers down my spine for a moment, just one timeless second, I can feel your arms around me then it is gone, and I am alone again with the coldfor you, Jeca, John Written December 12th, 2001 © on Mar 02 2002 12:47 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"The cold air finds its way ..."