Sometimes to Me

Sometimes to me—like the bones of birds—
We seemed so fragile, as though
If touched by anything but the air we share,
We would fracture.
As per my prediction, here we were rift
By the uninvited grit and gravity
Of circumstance.
Now—cold cold cold—curled in frigid limbo,
I deliberate.
And sometimes when I think of you,
I find a second of enveloping warmth,
As if your ghost blocked a freezing wind
For just a moment.

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