Poetry · Writing

winter is coming

i can not help

but wonder

how warm your arms are right now

the perfume on your chest

the silk of your hands

my b-

our bed is not the same

come home soon

it is freezing out

and you are my blanket

i need you

to brave the blizzards

coming our way

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