I wore my socks to bed tonight.
And relished the feeling of feet on mine
keeping them warm as I slept, as I dreamt.
It's 5 below outside.
I looked out the window,
and saw the stillness of the trees, the frost on the glass.
Time, is frozen too.
Why this moment? To wear the hat of memory?
Surely another would, could, hold more value.
Two blankets aren't enough.
Try as I might to feel anothers arm about me,
or the sound of the gentle beat in his chest.
I wore my socks to bed tonight.
I tugged the covers to my cheek,
turned the clock away and thought of you.
4 comments:
Hmmmmmmm....thinkin of your mom??? Now thats weird.....lol. Just kiddin. Our turn for the frozen pipes......so not funny..OI!
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I am so sorry. I hope it is as easy as my frozen pipes were.
I could of been thinking of you...I suppose. Weird how those things work.
Love you...
Excellent poem! Touching emotions and intelligent imagery. (Somehow I missed this when you first posted it. Crystal mentioned it to me last night so I went looking and found it.)
Thanks Tech. That means a lot coming from you.
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