My mind is clouded with
Snow that does not fall
But hangs static in the sky.
I wish you were here,
Still with your headache and fever.
I could bring you inside and warm you
Until there was sweat on your chest.
The radiator would hiss and we’d hear
The crunch of salted sidewalks.
We’d pound our pulses and
Scare your sickness out.
- Come Closer…