Warm thoughts

The cold wind whips

Yellow and orange leaves

Around the monuments

My gloved fingers

Trace the letters of your name

On the cold polished stone

I remember the days and nights

Lying next to you

Holding you in my arms

Remembering the warmth of your body

As we slow-danced in the living room

The memories still make me smile

And shiver for reasons

Other than the weather

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2 Responses to Warm thoughts

  1. D.S. West says:

    Thanks for nearly making me nearly tear up at work!
    No, seriously. Thank you for that beautiful moment, for this beautiful poem :).

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